|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/13/11 at 08:25 PM|
Life seems like a bric-à-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value. I'm pondering your poem here, it lingers with me, and I lose myself in its wondering. Thanks.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/13/11 at 09:34 PM|
This feels as though it's just spilling out of a crowded closet. It's a great effect for a great piece of writing.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/14/11 at 12:18 AM|
Ilove the story of Dorian Gray. This is a wonderful write as always!
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/14/11 at 12:35 AM|
Powerful write, Kristina!!
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/14/11 at 01:39 PM|
Ah, those vile people in that vile church...I've always believed that if God exists, then he will be meeting these holy ones at the gates of heaven pointing to the express elevator going one way... WAY down. Your metaphor is sharply etched, Kristina. The comparison to Dorian Gray, sublime!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/15/11 at 10:40 PM|
I agree with Greg. A thought provoking adaptation on a larger scale of one of my favorite of Oscar Wilde's pieces of writing.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/16/11 at 10:52 PM|
Great comparison. Not all those who say, "Lord, Lord" will enter the Kingdom of Heaven (Jesus' words). Hatred in any guise is just as evil when directed at others.
|Posted by Timothy Wilson on 02/05/11 at 03:02 AM|
awesome write. great refference. Loved it.
|Posted by James Blaylock on 04/25/11 at 11:47 AM|
Wow, it's funny that I should happen along this piece! I just started reading Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray." I had just seen a movie based on the story, about a week ago, and enjoyed it so much I sought out the story itself. I really enjoyed your poem as well :)