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I watched him whip my older brother with the gnarled branch of a pear tree, stripped down to underwear , one hand held both wrists so that he was half suspended, twitching and jerking like an unstrung Howdy Doody, ratcheting the air with his feet sliding on blood-slick linoleum, he would keen and pi...

Frank. Thank you for your generosity. I see edits Ill incorporate in my revision.

Siva, I appreciate it. I think it needs pruning

Sure. Id like to see that

Im not familiar with the book, but I think the thrust of the poem is about how complex and intricate the human body is, to the extent it must have had a designer. There was a sci fi movie in the 70's about miniaturized scientists being imjected into the body of a powerful man in hopes of curing him ...

I am not happy with thr poem and intend a major revision

Frank ,Idk exactly what your suggestion is

Thank u Bob and Siva

Difficult subject Bob. He was so complex and fragile.

He painted Starry Night from his window because they would not allow jim outside. Stark contrast to the expectation he held. They say he would eat paint if left unattended

As unfamiliar as I am with the subject matter, I can appreciate the ecstatic devotion. It is said that Nuns believe themselves married to Christ.

I can picture this. Ive seen Pentecostals sway and swoon, as if hypnotized, in a religious ecstasy.

Revised

Dale Good revision

Michael, good suggestions. I cant do italics on my phone though.

Siva. Michael has been around a long time

Thank you Siva

Dale and Bob. Thank you.

Bob the poor bastard passed out with yhe water running and the tub over flowed

The moons of the damned are star-white and chalky; orbs of Mannitol and morphine. I negotiate with my body as if it belongs to someone else. Its unfamiliar gait nets back a thirty minute soak and a shot of Dewar's for five minutes of treadmill when i get back home. The heat and Scotch give me elepha...

Dale. In my opinion, the heart of the poem is S3. The naivetee and optimism of youth yields to the bitter pragmatism of a life long lived. I like the simple language, the domesticity of the poem. But as much as the first and last stanza "tie it all together", I object to use of "Death" as overused i...

Siva, Dale. Thank you

Second on drones


Second on Sivas poem

Ty Siva

I have a revision to do on this.
Maybe next month

Ill give it a go Frank

Good.

Thank you

Thank you Frank. Certainly one of the most bizzare passages