tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755289677737910329.post1248280560865369760..comments2023-06-04T02:32:31.968-07:00Comments on Babaylan Poetics: KAPWA, "SHARED LIFE", IN ACTION...THROUGH A POEM!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755289677737910329.post-52264619776003072402010-05-07T13:25:00.067-07:002010-05-07T13:25:00.067-07:00Hi Eileen, my gosh this recipe sounds utterly deli...Hi Eileen, my gosh this recipe sounds utterly delish! I have<br />to cook next Sunday and this will<br />be my choice- love the flavors -<br />an Asian and Latin combo -yumyum.<br /><br />"Conjurations" written to<br />write-create a new reality". That<br />is one of the seductive aspects<br />of writing poetry/prose the ability<br />to write into creation another<br />reality. To enjoy elastic boundaries that allow the writer<br />and the reader to experience<br />something, something that perhaps<br />can't be put into words, but<br />resonates within the poet and<br />the reader.Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10256391836026637655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755289677737910329.post-72989373252321380352010-05-03T00:03:24.433-07:002010-05-03T00:03:24.433-07:00Hi Cynthia,
A good glass of wine -- yes!
Tonight, ...Hi Cynthia,<br />A good glass of wine -- yes!<br />Tonight, finally popped open a bottle that had been given to us by friends who are happily making wine in their basement. I popped it because (grin) I was making chicken in red wine sauce. Of course, I tried a glass as well. Let's just say, the wine tasted better when baked for over an hour with chicken, oregano, garlic, brown sugar, ground ginger, soy sauce, cooking oil and un pollo...Fortunately, another bottle was ready to give me a good glass of wine!<br /><br />Yes, the poem "Faith" was part of the series "Conjurations" that I'd written to, uh, write-create a new reality. Nuff said on that! :-)<br /><br />Eileenna https://www.blogger.com/profile/07180242483814858760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755289677737910329.post-28232512185044982212010-05-02T15:13:55.094-07:002010-05-02T15:13:55.094-07:00Of course, poems never evaporate
they simply helic...Of course, poems never evaporate<br />they simply helicopter over certain<br />reader's sensibilities.<br /><br /> At the risk of sounding like a<br />plebe, is conjurations, the series?<br />is this another form of the word<br />conjure, thus meaning to conjure?<br /><br /> I am so there, or was last night<br />Saturday, a glass of wine, a good<br />book, and the cool breeze tickling<br />my curtains.Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10256391836026637655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755289677737910329.post-30520190891323601082010-05-01T22:35:18.328-07:002010-05-01T22:35:18.328-07:00Oh Cynthia!
I am so pleased to be plumping up your...Oh Cynthia!<br />I am so pleased to be plumping up your veins. I am picturing them all a-wriggly with happiness!<br /><br />Thank you for mentioning "Faith"...it's always nice to know which poem is affecting someone. "Faith" -- the entire "Conjurations" series -- is among my favorites but has never really gotten much attention. You are showing that those poems yet may find their homes in future readers. I appreciate the gift of realizing this, from you!<br /><br />And now my veins are seeking to be plumped with wine...<br /><br />best,<br />Eileenna https://www.blogger.com/profile/07180242483814858760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755289677737910329.post-80706970702468922852010-05-01T14:35:03.563-07:002010-05-01T14:35:03.563-07:00dearest Eileen,
Oh, I am so honored My veins
are...dearest Eileen,<br /><br /> Oh, I am so honored My veins<br />are plump with joy, that you have<br />found my bracelets to give you<br />pleasure and contribute to the<br />breath of poetry.<br /><br /> And yes the healing, must include<br />more than just a desire, but others who come together. Noon is<br />the perfect time, when the community is alert and alive and<br />most important wanting, giving<br />and relating to the need of healing.<br /><br /> I've carried your poem "Faith"<br />around with me ever since you<br />mailed me your heart-awakening<br />book: The Thorn Rosary.<br /><br /> Love: " And we are free with each<br />other though we cannot memorize<br />each other' scent...Love as pure<br />form? ... And no-Self is a Self...<br /><br />these words haunt me, Eileen,<br />I will never discern them fully<br />but my desire, joy and learning<br />will be within these lines.<br /><br />Thank you!Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10256391836026637655noreply@blogger.com