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An Very Old I For the Challenge
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An Very Old I For the Challenge |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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I am I, the governing I that keeps at bay, secures the peace. Holding high as thereby trumpets man, denies the beast. Shielding hearts against the breaker naught the giving nor caring how; the greedy, seedy, war whore maker extant before and behind the brow. Crusade and aid wherever good. Steadfast beside the virtues fair; for as it should and as I would did I the gods' omnipotence bear. Whom, in he that honors me, will sing a song to soothe his head, in tones of proud nobility to sound beyond his final bed. So there, within the thing as dies, rich that which seeks all this at least: I am I, the governing I that trumpets man,. . . denies the beast. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I read this with anticipation since I have been wondering for some time who you are.  And you didn't disappoint, as you remain a mystery to me and yet, at the same time you manage an excellent portrait of "everyman." I hope you understand this is a compliment--k? Your poetry is excellent, and I do admire your style greatly, tho it's not one that wordy me would attempt to emulate. But I would if I could.  |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
SB, For a long time I have been a lone diver. Going alone under water for as long as four hours, (carrying twin 102s), in conditions often suggestive of a tomb. It is something I imagine like dying, if not dead. And I have found how superfluous the thing we call “I” is. Once beyond it, what emerged was, ( if there be one at all), who I can perhaps describe as my bit of the eternal. The best illustration, (read decades after the thing above was written), I can think of is : I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and whom at other times I forget; who remains calm and silent when I talk, and forgives, gently, when I hate, who walks where I am not, who will remain standing when I die. Juan Ramon Jimenez Once back on shore, who would again, (yet not wholly), envelope is the I that each of us has, grown out of experience and the need to survive if not prosper in the current everyday of existence. Consequently, when not treated with proper disregard, this notion of that common I having ultimate importance strikes me, at best, as humorous. Thanks for reading. John |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
This is quality stuff, challenge or no...I'm glad you posted it! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thanks for posting this! |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Very interesting - as is all of your work. Chris You are ice and fire. The touch of you burns my hands like snow. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
And this is why, when I'm sometimes puzzled by your work, I no longer hesitate to ask. Your replies are ever insightful John. thank you for taking the time. (and that other guy next to you too)  (and you have my admiration on the diving thing--as "I am" quite claustophic, and while the beauty of the sport intrigues me, the lack of air horrifies me.) Thanks again for indulging me with your patience. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
both the poem and comment interest me. I take a step aside and look at "I". who? by this I am sure will lose myself one day. |
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