I love how TT's poems always seem to viscerally connect my spirit to the spirits of the physical world. This one's no exception. And, so richly complex, this one is -- I've listened to it multiple times now, 'still engaging with the meanings flooding over me... Then there's the archetypical symbolism of the 'golden wasp', appearing ever so briefly -- like a subliminal cut in a movie, and how that parallels the cockroaches scattering in the mid-morning morning light as the barn door is open -- "did you see them or not see them or both?" (at the beginning of the poem). But that's just the tip of the iceberg...
Then, there's this "trauma release" line, at the very end...
"...My blindness has gone away. That dark bat has left my face and is scissoring in summer's bright space."
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Ah! The origin of The Truth Barrier! So interesting!
"I learnt that the ground was alive, that there was an infinite world of creeping and flying things living their own rich life without paying the least regard to us.”
It's an indescribable and utterly elusive element of alchemy--that you cannot write about the truth without somehow changing it--like an element of higher physics. The jellyfish is a perfect, crystalline metaphor for this.
I've grappled with this my whole life. I always have wanted to write about my grandmother--but the moment I did so, the reality changed. Part of me acknowledges that I am not a gifted enough writer to pull it off; but another part of me has always acknowledged that the truth then shifts, which necessitates altering it to find the correct shift. I really love that jellyfish metaphor.
New to me, T.T, this poet laureate. Not news to me is this poet who introduces the poet. I found this tribute essay written soon to be 13 years ago to be sublime in its own right. The Truth Barrier, more a baton than an edifice.
What a wonderful poem! I've been interested in insects my entire life, taught myself to read at age 3 and my favorite college class ever was creative writing. So I have quite a collection of my own poem, but this one is dumbfoundingly cool! I love the imagery, that's why I've always liked Ray Bradbury's stories. Thanks and keep sharing the truth like our own beloved golden wasp!!
Yessiree...we walk past demons every day. And cockroaches they are. What might be shocking is how many people have already made pacts with demons. Hollywood financiers, record execs, and actors are obvious, but your local Masons, Shriners, Kiwanis, Rotary members, Odd Fellows, or Woodmen, have already taken secret oaths with secret ceremonies that you know nothing about. Oh, but they sure do, and they're not on your side. They're on their side. Remember the presidential race in 2004 between John Kerry and George W. Bush? Which 33rd degree Mason from the Yale Skull and Bones society did you vote for. Talk about a misplaced, perverted religious impulse.
I love how TT's poems always seem to viscerally connect my spirit to the spirits of the physical world. This one's no exception. And, so richly complex, this one is -- I've listened to it multiple times now, 'still engaging with the meanings flooding over me... Then there's the archetypical symbolism of the 'golden wasp', appearing ever so briefly -- like a subliminal cut in a movie, and how that parallels the cockroaches scattering in the mid-morning morning light as the barn door is open -- "did you see them or not see them or both?" (at the beginning of the poem). But that's just the tip of the iceberg...
Then, there's this "trauma release" line, at the very end...
"...My blindness has gone away. That dark bat has left my face and is scissoring in summer's bright space."
one easy way to fight back is free mini flyer pdfs from www.VirusTruth.Net
i put on cars, tape to gas pump screens, slip into convid test and mask boxes at your fave big box !we just need to turn johns followers into activists !
I love what you write about poetry:
Poetry is an escape from dead currencies . . .
poetry represent[s] freedom of thought . . .
the alchemy of words.
Ah! The origin of The Truth Barrier! So interesting!
"I learnt that the ground was alive, that there was an infinite world of creeping and flying things living their own rich life without paying the least regard to us.”
Indeed.
Poetry is the lifeblood of Revolution. Thank you for this.
It's an indescribable and utterly elusive element of alchemy--that you cannot write about the truth without somehow changing it--like an element of higher physics. The jellyfish is a perfect, crystalline metaphor for this.
I've grappled with this my whole life. I always have wanted to write about my grandmother--but the moment I did so, the reality changed. Part of me acknowledges that I am not a gifted enough writer to pull it off; but another part of me has always acknowledged that the truth then shifts, which necessitates altering it to find the correct shift. I really love that jellyfish metaphor.
New to me, T.T, this poet laureate. Not news to me is this poet who introduces the poet. I found this tribute essay written soon to be 13 years ago to be sublime in its own right. The Truth Barrier, more a baton than an edifice.
That was marvelous to behold and to hear, gracias, Saludos!
I am so grateful I just took the time to listen...thank you.
The fanatic and the doubter is a great lesson.
"I know the depths where one is both prisoner and ruler, like Persephone."
And that's the problem with "Earth" and all the Underworld ideas. Too much Earth is too little Heaven; too much realism, too little hope.
Or, the fanaticism of reality becomes the skepticism of hope.
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It's nice to hear his voice. The internet can be so great some times.
What a wonderful poem! I've been interested in insects my entire life, taught myself to read at age 3 and my favorite college class ever was creative writing. So I have quite a collection of my own poem, but this one is dumbfoundingly cool! I love the imagery, that's why I've always liked Ray Bradbury's stories. Thanks and keep sharing the truth like our own beloved golden wasp!!
Here it is in the original language, though not read by the author himself: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55YH_WhTTwY
Can anyone imagine, say, Bill Gates writing a poem?
Yessiree...we walk past demons every day. And cockroaches they are. What might be shocking is how many people have already made pacts with demons. Hollywood financiers, record execs, and actors are obvious, but your local Masons, Shriners, Kiwanis, Rotary members, Odd Fellows, or Woodmen, have already taken secret oaths with secret ceremonies that you know nothing about. Oh, but they sure do, and they're not on your side. They're on their side. Remember the presidential race in 2004 between John Kerry and George W. Bush? Which 33rd degree Mason from the Yale Skull and Bones society did you vote for. Talk about a misplaced, perverted religious impulse.
You are so beautiful Celia, how you write so you are....
Thank you! What an absolute delight: a new (to me) poet and a fascinating magazine to explore.