Afterlife Of A Demonstration (1981)
It is the soul of the souless condition... John Desmond Bernal She is dead in a dead building in the dead of night. The word becomes triple distilled extracting...
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"The word becomes triple distilled extracting the essence of ghost, ruin and stillness."A most unholy trinity!! Wendy, What a super use of language to convey the intensityof the word. The 'essence...
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Wendy. Such exploitation reared it's ugly head from the very first moment one man offered another wages for his labour. Your poem is both delicately wrought and hard hitting; a steel fist in a velvet...
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This packs a 'helluva' punch Wendy. A two edged sword this most volatile issue. Regards, Maryse
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Vivid images and the pain comes through. This haunts: "No broken glass but fragments of porcelain-pale bone." An understated horror that I like in this. take care, Kerri
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Dear Sarah, Maryse, Douglaus and Kerri Thank you all so very much for your kind words and keen insight regarding this poem!! I so deeply appreciate your thoughtfulness and wonderful comments. They...
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