Bound in a human world that focuses the bulk of its powers toward concrete/asphalt structures and technological and artistic simulacrums derivative at best, this poem serves as refreshing… deftly sculpting the complex simplicity of indivisible nature, particularly of the aura of night, into a classical fashion of beauty. While many people spend their late night hours attending raucous concerts or mind/body-numbing clubs and bars, this poem attends to an experience of an infinitely expansive nighttime silence; or, quite possibly, a spiritual enhancement of the mind and body comparable to a play by Aeschylus. A lovely poem!
(The moon’s no comfort without her orchestra.) -- I love asides like this.
Bound in a human world that focuses the bulk of its powers toward concrete/asphalt structures and technological and artistic simulacrums derivative at best, this poem serves as refreshing… deftly sculpting the complex simplicity of indivisible nature, particularly of the aura of night, into a classical fashion of beauty. While many people spend their late night hours attending raucous concerts or mind/body-numbing clubs and bars, this poem attends to an experience of an infinitely expansive nighttime silence; or, quite possibly, a spiritual enhancement of the mind and body comparable to a play by Aeschylus. A lovely poem!
Love it!
Wonderfully over-wrought. What cheeky excessiveness!!
Gary Michael Dault