Obscurity

say it with hugs..:)

Ahhh, dartford, luv ~ :-*

You see so clearly. Will hugs make it better, think you? I was awfully scathing, eh? Too much of a diatribe? I was having a moment, luv... ;-p

This reminds me of my first encounter with Carl Sagan's writings.

JAZZMANOR, luv ~ :-*

Hmmm...

Is this a good thing or a bad thing? ;-p Though, I will say this: tis quite vaunted company you're having me keep, reminiscent of Sagan, indeed... my, my.

I don't quite know about that, luv. :-* But, I Am rather delighted nonetheless (so, apparently, I've decided tis a good thing :-p)...

;-*

Some of the words are obscure but they have precision, and ring true.   The "facile accessibility" is tempting.  Best not to make things too easy for the reader.  Let them reach and the reward's all the greater.  You're always worth the added effort Savaja.  This one's no exception.

A perfect ending to this.  Love the poet's stigmata as well.  I think Obscurity  gets us all in the end though...no matter how much we might try and rise above it.  Six feet of earth makes us all the same.  :)

Michael

Gotsa say, Lady*S of my heart, ur SAT-bustin vocab just plain turns me on! so truth..  

"Interpretive dehiscence <~ purrz to the word-flavors here ;)
Cognitive dissonance"
~of the telling & the knowing contradicted beliefs in one's self.. most uncomfortable position to be in.. but brightly put.

"  Facile accessibility?
Intellectual mythology"
~ giggles to ur perfectly put *this! if only's, yes? ;)

"Reckless schemata
                   Poets' stigmata "
~head nods of You Pegged *It!

the difficulty- of all, of self, of poet/artist put simply by your pen.. so much depth here.. lovitt!
& luvzu fer always seeing soo much & not a'feared to say it. lovely work darlins,
~d

Deeeeeeppp...  Very good stuff my dear

Refreshing style, vague enough to encrypt feeling.I appreciate your acknowledgment of this level of obscurity

really enjoy the way you weave the english language Savaja....
poet's stigmata...so so descriptive...
well done

I feel the poet being torn apart my him/her self...their own mind...their own words...imagining scenarios and creating myths...tearing apart the soul for a poem...yes sometimes even cruifying themselves.  Oh well-done Savaja.