tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post2705596066502361619..comments2023-12-28T13:11:06.666+00:00Comments on Pics and Poems: Message from the OutpostDave Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-38323983846855242762012-06-18T16:25:20.524+01:002012-06-18T16:25:20.524+01:00Hank
True. Thanks a lot for this.<b>Hank</b><br />True. Thanks a lot for this.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-210994147193246172012-06-18T11:08:37.306+01:002012-06-18T11:08:37.306+01:00To yearn to see and hear from those familiar can b...To yearn to see and hear from those familiar can be most real. In a strange setting one would be lost. Very strong and very intense, Dave!<br /><br />Hankkaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-83775469972469588182012-06-18T09:48:30.950+01:002012-06-18T09:48:30.950+01:00Claudia
Much thanks - actually, you pointed out th...<b>Claudia</b><br />Much thanks - actually, you pointed out that it didn't say what I had intended it should say, so I have now corrected it. So very much obliged! <br /><br /><b>A Cuban in London </b><br />I have no personal experience of exile. The nearest I go is homesickness when a small child. But I do associate it very strongly with estrangement, so you were right there with your thoughts.<br />I'm grateful to you for your further thoughts. Most helpful.<br /><br /><b>Brian </b><br />Almost I believe now that I wrote more than I knew in the original, but have now watered it down. I guess it will have to go through a period ogf gestation before I can be sure.<br /><br /><b>Daydreamertoo </b><br />Interesting to hear this. Thanks for saying. (I nearly followed you at one time - well, guess I would have gone first!)<br /><br /><b>Heaven </b><br />Thanks very much for this. All this is interesting to me as I have said to Daydreamertoo, above. Very pleasing to me that you liked the 3rd stanza. I, too thought that possibly the most successful.<br /><br /><b>Laurie </b><br />Thanks Laurie. Yes, that's possibly the one form of exile I have really felt in my life.<br /><br /><b>aprille </b><br />13 moths and 5 days! That says it all: I sympathise. Hope yu have made up for those 13 months and 5 days since! Appreciate the comment. Thank you.<br /><br /><b>manicddaily</b><br />Thank you so much for all this, a really great comment to receive. Lots here to help and inspire. Yes, I agree with you about The God of Small Things, though I think it's time I read it again.<br /><br /><b>Ygraine </b><br />Good to receive this comment. This feeling of isolation but not aloneness is the very devil. I have experienced it briefly. I'm so grateful to you for saying that you found it in the poem.<br /><br /><b>Cressida de Nova </b><br />Thank you so much. Very encouraging and helpful to know.<br /><br /><b>Tommaso </b><br />The image of the senses being pruned of meaning came unexpectedly as I was writing. Thanks for picking it out.<br /><br /><b>hedgewitch </b><br />I did start with it as a physical place, though a fictitious one, but it became more and more an emotional one as I wrote. Maybe I opened it up to some confusion. Thank you for a most useful response.<br /><br /><b>Mary </b><br />Thanks Mary. Much appreciated.<br /><br /><b>Madeleine </b><br />Thank you so much. good to know your thoughts.<br /><br /><b>haricot </b><br />Great thought. Thanks for.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-41620992901551564612012-06-18T05:40:24.089+01:002012-06-18T05:40:24.089+01:00Very sweet. Even if the heart would be taken by sa...Very sweet. Even if the heart would be taken by sadness, memory has eternity of lively life.haricothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14052133324297115131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-74075428574706732672012-06-17T23:39:48.295+01:002012-06-17T23:39:48.295+01:00Wow! What a powerful, intense poem. Great job!Wow! What a powerful, intense poem. Great job!Madeleine Begun Kanehttp://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-30551786616830223962012-06-17T22:15:43.552+01:002012-06-17T22:15:43.552+01:00I love the way you set and developed this poem, Da...I love the way you set and developed this poem, Dave!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-8856388194718619042012-06-17T19:21:57.979+01:002012-06-17T19:21:57.979+01:00The sense of being the proverbial stranger in a st...The sense of being the proverbial stranger in a strange land really comes through here, David, whether this is an emotional or physical place, you create the feeling of being there, and the exile from what has meaning, what is one's own.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-39787625656821577112012-06-17T18:52:05.866+01:002012-06-17T18:52:05.866+01:00A strong feeling of "estrangement" yes, ...A strong feeling of "estrangement" yes, I agree with the Cuban in London.<br />The tremendous feeling of being banished from the senses,"pruned" of meaning.<br />There's drama here.Tommaso Gervasuttihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17137499390434949734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-59033182542153390632012-06-17T15:20:24.895+01:002012-06-17T15:20:24.895+01:00Wonderfully moving..your lifeline ,that voice on t...Wonderfully moving..your lifeline ,that voice on the end of the phone.I know this one.One of your best Dave.Beautiful.Cressida de Novahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00169216942864690995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-7197308756445022962012-06-17T15:14:02.650+01:002012-06-17T15:14:02.650+01:00This is truly amazing Dave.
I, too have felt like ...This is truly amazing Dave.<br />I, too have felt like this:<br />Isolated, although not alone;<br />Able to communicate, but not understood;<br />Invisible to all around me;<br />A stranger in a strange land.<br /><br />Yes, this one speaks to my Soul!Ygrainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00300519608303898969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-75231031649713988212012-06-17T15:00:50.319+01:002012-06-17T15:00:50.319+01:00This is just terrific, Dave. Really wonderful - e...This is just terrific, Dave. Really wonderful - especially as it moves along into the missing of the language, the missing of the familiar words and scents. But the beginning to with the emptiness teeming with life. <br /><br />Reminds me of some of my times traveling in India by myself, but of course, that was voluntary. <br /><br />And then it makes one think of the reverse - people from tropical countries forced north and the very different sounds and scents - There's a wonderful book - The God of Small Things (I think it is) that describes that. <br /><br />But you've got a different very wonderful take. k.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-2144491154673628302012-06-17T14:34:06.116+01:002012-06-17T14:34:06.116+01:00This is the stuff nightmares are made of. Hope it ...This is the stuff nightmares are made of. Hope it never became your reality at any time in your life. It was mine [on the equator] for a year, [ actually 13 months and 5 days: I counted each of them] and it strikes home. Or rather not 'home'.Janine Bolléehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09857073674960699155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-72146966523288796482012-06-17T13:28:05.231+01:002012-06-17T13:28:05.231+01:00Strong, emotive piece Dave... to feel exiled from ...Strong, emotive piece Dave... to feel exiled from a relationship is a horrible feeling, which you've demonstrated in your words.Laurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-87655898672231505872012-06-17T13:13:17.481+01:002012-06-17T13:13:17.481+01:00As one who has migrated to Canada, your words reso...As one who has migrated to Canada, your words resonate with me strongly specially on the sights and sounds of the native land. The days and nights, and taste is bland~ <br /><br />Stunning work Dave, specially the 3rd stanza, sounds have no significance ~Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-40429743637291747752012-06-17T13:02:23.288+01:002012-06-17T13:02:23.288+01:00At times coming from England and living in Canada,...At times coming from England and living in Canada, I've felt exactly like this. A stranger in a strange land, with no friends or familiar comforts to fall into.<br />Yes, I've felt like this. <br />Very vivid and, heartfelt Dave.Daydreamertoohttp://daydreamertoo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-76574995628647315912012-06-17T11:24:46.712+01:002012-06-17T11:24:46.712+01:00def emotive man...to be surrounded by life and yet...def emotive man...to be surrounded by life and yet it looks right through you and fails to acknowledge your existence...and the waiting on that one voice that does, just a ray of hope to keep you going....the exile in this is finely layers to multiple senses...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-68197081057406338562012-06-17T11:15:05.363+01:002012-06-17T11:15:05.363+01:00Before reading the prompt at the bottom of your po...Before reading the prompt at the bottom of your post, I was thinking of estrangement. Especially because of this:<br /><br />"I walk the streets in search of friendly speech,<br />of words to walk in step with me,<br />that know the rhythms of my ambling gait.<br />Gargled and strangled vowels are not my style."<br /><br />I have to admit that it has happened to me on occasions, this feeling of exile and not belonging, but being able to speak the language and being married to a native do help a great deal. You get with the programme pretty quickly. Although this line broke my heart: "Never a smell to bring a memory". How true, how very true.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-91094275722150577152012-06-17T09:24:41.894+01:002012-06-17T09:24:41.894+01:00some tight images in this...life looking through m...some tight images in this...life looking through me..made me swallow..there rings the emptiness and loneliness of the exiled person..words pruned of all meaning..neutral flavours..the lack of communication except that one person on the phone to sooth the loneliness for a short moment...well penned davidClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.com