Comments on: Where Are The Poets, Part I

By: geoffrey

geoffrey — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 06:01:56 +0000

Dear Liz, Karen and Carl, thank you so much for your thoughts and comments. Personally, I’ve always felt a pull and attraction to poetry or spoken words that seeks to combine, authentically, the voices of the past with those of the present and future. In Three Poems, that is what I felt more than anything else. Liz, you are right on point with that: “empowered by the wisdom of the ancestors”. And Karen I agree completely, poetry swings one on a pendulum that is ever rising as we move through this world. Poetry is that intensive inward search manifested.

Carl, keep on roaring.

By: Carl

Carl — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 04:54:08 +0000

The voice of the poet is as silent as a lion’s roar. We speak through trumpets and megaphones… yet the masses are deaf to the perceived ramblings of emotional individuals. When one speaks with the spirit the listener must hear with his (spirit) or else the words are naught but ’syllables and sounds’ not meaning much to the desired receptacle.

Poets are shouting from mountain tops, but the ears are submerged in the chaos of reality t.v. and club music. But we will keep on shouting.

By: Karen Sasani

Karen Sasani — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 03:45:06 +0000

As a writer who has passed the half century mark (that makes me seem quite old, doesn’t it? but it just means that I’ve seen alot) I’d like to assert that quest for self understanding and realisation doesn’t end in one’s youth. I, too, don’t want anyone else to speak for me – and take full responsibility for whatever choices I end up making because I know they are made through pure intent.
From my experience, the best, most realistic and moving writing (esp. poetry) comes from the uncensored self – which, of course, is usually then moulded, rearranged, embellished or polished several times afterwards to make sure there’s beauty, power and clarity.
Art, to me, is whatever we use to express our light and dark, the colours and complexities of our soul.

By: LizKauai

LizKauai — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 20:15:33 +0000

Today the voice of the world are the voices of the youth. Unlike the generations of the immediate past, they are unafraid and explore, often unguided and undisciplined, the depths of their perceptions of life around them. They do not want others to speak for them, they wish to hear the sounds of their own voices, right or wrong, pure or defiled, victim or victor, and the cacophony is rising in intensity.

In Three Poems, the power of one becomes more empowered by the wisdom of the ancestors. The shepherd has asked for and been given the power to control the sheep.

Baha’u'llah has released the potentialities of the alphabet and we have the bounty of realizing the words.