| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 10/02/03 at 06:28 AM "Life is but a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage..."-Shakespeare. in your case a whole cast of characters... quite a tragedy you paint here.. only you have the power to CHANGE... |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/02/03 at 12:28 PM i absolutely LOVE the form to this... it really stands out to me... the painted picture is very concrete too, in an abstract sort of way, portrayed very well... excellent piece... blessings :) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 10/02/03 at 01:54 PM The platform... taken for granted even though it gives the players their moments. Do they ever stop to thank it? Do they ever kiss the tips of their fingers and press it to the very boards that have allowed them, or encouraged, their expression?
This has startled me with its truth, how often draw so much from each other but do not recognize it...act as if it is all our own doing. This speaks of neglect. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/02/03 at 04:30 PM Frighteningly nightmarish Ashok. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/02/03 at 04:45 PM This is really interesting. I've been feeling philosophical today so it makes me wonder, if you are just a platform and the actions of those "disguised as you" are the only ones seen by spectators, do you really exist, or is your existence created by the interpretation of these actions? And if it is, then wouldn't ones existence as a person be a lie? We tend to remember people by actions they have done that were really kind or horrible. If someone did something out of character one day--lets say over reacted about something--whoever say them that day will identify them by actions that are not really "them" and it would be hard to break the spectator out of that view. Sorry for all this blather! It really made me think |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/02/03 at 05:28 PM The platform is the center and its insight is from an interesting perspective. It always looks up or out, but never down. It must be hard to never look down after witnessing the behavior of the players. Is the platform helpless? Can it effect change on the players? It seems a tad bit hopeless... trapped; taken for granted; and walked upon by fools that think they are important. Intriguing verse, dear friend! I will be thinking on it for quite sometime. |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 10/03/03 at 12:50 AM I think we can all see ourselves in this. The saving grace is that we see ourselves much harsher than others do. For your performance, accolades! From your audience, smiles of enjoyment! |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/03/03 at 01:49 PM what a deep perspective you've directed here. I like this :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/04/03 at 01:35 PM and each character dances as masterfully as its host. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/04/03 at 02:34 PM You have certainly set the stage with this dramatic performance, Ashok. Revealing once again, as shocking as it might seem, we are the reflection of an all inclusive universe. Nice work.
Peace... |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 10/05/03 at 02:15 PM I think that you had quite a bit of fun writing this one Ashok;and looking at the comments, you achieved your aim - to get people thinking...well done! |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 10/05/03 at 07:57 PM Hi Ashok,
I am just a platform, it's very good. Yet, your right. Sometimes life seems that way, that is too many people like or want to cause more pain, than enjoyment. You might even say, there's a lesson here to be leanrt. |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/08/03 at 11:31 PM You present some interesting images to think on. What I mostly see in it is the concept of actions and/or fruits of creation that are regretted or unsatisfactory. Excellent, ponderous poetry. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/01/12 at 03:08 PM Nice take on all the world's a stage. I like this one thanks! |
