Saturday, May 29, 2010
Moveable Feast
Devoured alive
by minds mine
devours likewise.
(first publication)
Recently Linked: My thanks to Kevin McCollister for admitting in public that he’s about to read my chapbook, Among the Living. Kevin’s fine book of photographs, East of West LA, was released late last year.
Update:
“Moveable Feast” added to Poems, Slightly Used.
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Hi William...I dropped in for a visit and I have to admit that "Moveable Feast" has me stumped :/ What came to me was that we hunger for knowledge...words, spoken or written. You certainly would devour these :)
Hi, Janice, I’m glad you’re here. The poem is certainly open to interpretation; in fact, it will probably benefit from it! What came to you is definitely part of what I had in mind. I was also thinking of our online experience, and the mutual hunger our brains seem to have for one another.
Very good...I love what you had in mind and it's so true :)
So sang the Troubadour Ouroboros, I believe. Singing for his supper....
Thanks, Janice....
Joe, I guess you mean what goes around, comes around....
A mind devouring another mind.
What I understand is the endless cycle of someone trying to understand someone else, sort of like that symbol of the dragon eating its own tail, that's what it makes me think of. Or a mirror held up against another mirror.
Strange images, I know, but my mind IS strange. I'm still trying to grasp the power of poetry, so don't mind me.
Write on, William!
Vatche, you grasp the power of poetry the moment it grasps you — the moment you look in the mirror and see the entire human race.
Welcome to the feast!
Powerful words, William. It feels great to be welcomed. Thank you and write on!
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