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The winter-sharp brains of children 
Took a turn for the worse,
Suffered an inferiority complex

Caused by all the old men: quick to criticise, slow to help.. 

Dispersed, triumphant solely in their dreams.
Children running across raging seas danced on the waves. 

Such a storm-blessed salty awakening.
They had nothing to regret. 
They were children who coped with HIV, nursed their mothers: .
The word ‘atrocity’ was expunged from their dictionary.
Elm trees were caw-caw-cawing with the rooks of old.
Nobody lied, not even the poets.
Blue wine stains penetrated my sleep. 

The sea, infused with stars.
Slow rhythms predominated
The glare of the day persisted into night
The femininity of love was universally acknowledged.
Skies were bursting with surprise
Lightning, and the wind conspired for hours.
Beneath the waves, the exalted dawn was deja vu.
Sometimes she saw the same woman he saw.
The low sun was strained with all that gothik horror lacked,
Fact. The waves rolled off his shivering dream,
We rise to the eyes of the seas slowly.



The Last Judgement ►


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John Marks

Mon 12th Aug 2019 20:48

Thank you Fred. Many and sincere blessings to you, too, dear Sir.

God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.”

― James Joyce, Ulysses

PS...."Epi oinopa ponton," a phrase used often in Homer's Odyssey, means “upon the wine-coloured sea,” which the poem's English-language translators have often rendered as "wine-dark." Mulligan’s attribution in Telemachus, “snotgreen,” casts a sarcastic light on this venerated epic colouring of the ocean. But Stephen recalls the phrase in Proteus and restores its Homeric tinge: "oinopa ponton, a winedark sea."

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Fred Nicholson

Mon 12th Aug 2019 04:29

The expressive imagery of each slide is worth, not just a visit, but an understanding. Only then will the complete concerto reveal it's true wealth to me. This work is dense and I haven't made the time to feel it with any certainty.
(Just deleted half of what I wrote.)

I really applaud the flow you know.

Blessings abound,

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