| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 09/27/04 at 01:47 PM Wow, incredible. Where do I start? The end, “to navigate the mastermind is tantamount to chart a silent fart in a gale force wind” – Ha! How can it be said any better than this!? Round and round they go, never landing anywhere, “second guessing who I am” – I love this and how true that any question leads to the next question and never an answer! “Sail…The Trenchant Mind” and find your own slowly dulled by theories of impossibly limited perspectives. Oh you poets making me think so early in the morning! Haha Incredible poem JD really, so well written and meaningful. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/27/04 at 09:06 PM LOL! You've expressed it so well! Philosophies are wonderful, even help sometimes. But they all have their limitations! St. Paul speaks of avoiding the philosophies of men (regarding spiritual matters especially). Brilliant commentary even in its "earthiness". |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/27/04 at 10:40 PM Great fun Jadi. {"Is that an ill wind that blows no good?")...Charlie |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/29/04 at 01:35 PM Yes, pouring from the void into emptiness.Questions leading to another question. But can any thing be said with finality? In the realm of belief, yes but not in the field of intellect. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/29/04 at 02:12 PM such silent petarts be golden as would be the present company foretelling, faresighted in your poetry. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/29/04 at 08:39 PM *dies laughing* at least you're not trying to pee into said winds. *grin* this rocks. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 09/30/04 at 02:26 PM Damn the pirates. Steer your own ship. Damn, Jadi... this is powerful. |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 10/11/04 at 05:08 PM HA! wish you had told me this before I spent all that time trying to fathom that ocean of crap filled by the abovementioned. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/09/04 at 05:16 AM Your crew the great exlorers of Western Civ, but only a whimper in the Great Mystery, not to speak of the Eastern papas and mamas. Clever and intelligent poem ending in a stale wind. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 09/25/10 at 04:35 AM Quite a mouthful, and one hell of a closing line. Remarkably original, as per usual, JD. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/07/11 at 05:54 PM I read this again with even greater appreciation. Not too long ago I listened to a cd series reviewing the great ideas of western philosophy. That process took hours and hours and I enjoyed it, but your poem capsulizes it with grace and acumen. What a sailor you are, jadi. Thanks again. |
