Peter’s Comments (group member since Feb 26, 2014)

Peter’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

Well said, that's exactly what I meant..

... a thread need never end, it simply takes on new life and new directions and new thoughts.. and here it's Monday and thinking is not at a premium!

I think we proved a point.. Yes there is a poet in us all.. well, definitely in all who posted here.. and next time a poetic thought crosses your mind, think 'cerebral-flash' and write it down.. from one line comes the 'magic'.. and I look forward to interjecting on other threads here.. As Frenchie might say.. merci à tous

Had a post here about this amazing drawing.. and wanting to see more if possible.. but it seems it's gone to cyber space.... Anyway this work is magic.. A talented family..

loved this from Jefferson Airplane & "The Ballad Of You & Me & Pooneil"...

"If you were a bird and you lived very high,
knew even the wind as the breeze came by,
say to the wind as it took you away,
That's where I wanted to go today"

What a wonderful posting.. Love to see more.. Shooting pool sounds special

I also loved this from Jefferson Airplane & "The Ballad Of You & Me & Pooneil"...

"If you were a bird and you lived very high,
knew even the wind as the breeze came by,
say to the wind as it took you away,
That's where I wanted to go today"

Fallen Star Poet wrote: "Oh wow! Peter, I used the above as my 'quotation' for about a year over at, "Windows Live Messenger" when the medium still existed.

It is my another (though darker) favorite line from the 'Quarte..."

Dark is good.. Interesting side of art..

Amazing.. You should get your sister to regale some of those Ginsberg experiences to you, and please tell us.. And so hard not to keep re-watching Midnight in Paris.. And David Lynch had a great short book on meditation.. And his music is well worth a listen, very alternative as you would expect, cheers..

Also from Eliot's 'Burnt Norton'...


Time and the bell have buried the day,
The black cloud carries the sun away.

I often wonder for instance in T.S Eliot's 'Burnt Norton', what his cerebral-flash was.. his first inspiration for that section.. Was it a combination of lots of ideas, or one flash poetic thought?

If and when I have a 'flash' thought.. I have to write it down before it wafts away.. especially if it was during the night...

No, Not a Haiku or even a Senstina

A Cerebral-flash is Simply a poetic line that flows, often the first poetic thought you have that later becomes a poem.. Or it's one line in a poem that stands out to you, or someone else, for some strange or simple reason, and it's already in a poem.

Some poet friends and I coined the term long ago to capture the concept of that poetic 'idea', phrase or line that simply flashes into your mind.. or sticks in your mind...

The magic of poetry in us all.. RECAP.. If I may.. we now already have 6 poets writing here.. and 4 have posted a line of poetry.. a single line

I would encourage one single line of poetry for this thread, preferably without a central comma.. as what we will be aiming for is one flowing line that may or may not have rhyming within that one line, and may or may not have an ending.

I'll explain why soon.. (& in terms of the Cerebral-flash concept,) which contrasts in need for form to a Haiku poem.. The Haiku traditionally adheres hugely to form.. about 12 English syllables, or 17 Japanese 'on' .. in a structured 3 line 'form'..

Fallen Star Poet will be happy as form is of no major issue here, however flow and breath is.. She's ticked the box, as has Philip who can drop the comma if he wants, and mrbooks who needs the comma in its present form, and Frenchie who I hope posts a line.. Just choose two lines that connect, needn't rhyme or can, and write them as one line (with or without a comma,) and Orinoco, free form is hard to write well.. so great, as inside that very freedom of form is the life of the words, & the empty spaces between whose natural pause or pace makes up part of the poetic beauty.. Well that's my opinion..

Go on Frenchie I know you can, I've read your heartfelt works.. and Orinoco, we await..

Issues so far, my opinion again..

1. Knowing form can have very little relevance to writing amazing poetry in this day and age.. Yet it also has an important place for those that choose..
2. Content belongs to the poet, not the reader, so the nature of the content doesn't make it literary, or not.. sad, morose, cosmic or loving or whatever
3. A poet who is a friend of us all .. Fallen Star, said this yesterday...
" ..A fine poet can be as honed as T.S. Eliot was--and is (since all poets and writers live on through their work)--with the perfection of rhythm and meter, but a poet can also be less skilled in actual form, but to me, be every bit as fine a poet. The content of a poem is what matters to me the most, the imagery, the words used, the poem's meaning and the soul behind it.."
.. and Frenchie emphases rhyme
.. and rhythm and flow and imagery to me are special
4. And soon others will post one liners and I will make cerebral-flash remarks..as promised

..and you will make your own, and we will go on from there, somewhere..

5. & Teasing is fully permitted.. I think, is there a moderator in the thread..

both wines and people age in an amazing way...

& that's not from a poem... thanks for sharing that.. helps assert the point, poetry has infinite qualities.. and that line itself was written at a very specific time.

mrbooks wrote: "Love comes like a dove on soft white wings, it breaks your heart and makes you sing"

I shall ponder on this over night, interesting concept.. What to sing when the heart is broken..

Such different lines from the four of us.. all so relevant, special.. and as I said in my first post.. I would like to introduce "cerebral-flashes" into the post soon..

And Fallen-Star Poet, so good that you posted here..

Peter wrote: "and anks... that is definitely not you.. highly original, am I lucky you and Philip responded.."

Anks and ankhs.. Vastly different.. And ankhs sings a different song.. I look forward to reading the full work one day..

and anks... that is definitely not you.. highly original, am I lucky you and Philip responded..

Just back from very poetic dinner, so I shall focus better tomorrow.. But frankly, I'm blown away.. Very very interesting work, the bar set high.. But we can have no bar here.. for we each have our own agendas and life position, thank you ... Fallen star.. Serious pseudonym .. Gives me food for thought.

Thanks Phillip, going out to dinner soon, it's half past six pm here, and now there are two poets on this thread.. Soon we hope there will be more.. Interesting thing for me is that by definition, at least my definition, we will all write differently.. and surely that's one of the beauties, it's not better or worse, it's differently.. Your lines could reflect love or space or time or the earth we stand on, only you know how you wrote it, and I choose how I interpret it, again, thanks.

Brilliant..

This post is actually NOT intended to be about my poetry, it is rather intended to be about all Our poetry. Poetry is my first literary love, and T.S. Eliot is one of my poetic heroes. The very fact that so many people write poetry, if even for themselves, says to me it is a major 'international' literary form. I have just today been to the Library Café in Split Croatia, ironically owned by an Argentinian Poet.. and sitting there, blissfully unaware of each other were two more poets. That tells me something. Last week I read some/most of Frenchie's poetry.. and is was heartfelt, and some was in French ! I relished her openness and soul. Poetry is finite in so much as it reflects mere moments of writing, yet infinite in that those poetic thoughts have been building up over time, and the poem itself will live for eternity.

The interesting thing for me us I can enjoy most people's poetry, as it reflects them.. their time, their space, their feelings, even if only at that moment. It is a privilege to enter that world and read that poem. I'm new to this group, I like your interactions, and I have read many threads to try and get the magic of this group..

I'd like to post one line of my poetry from my book, just one line, and hope that any or all of you will follow suit.. Post one line of your own poetry... even if you only write it now.. & I absolutely believe we all have poetry in us, be it dark or light or in-between. After a post or two or three, I will tell you about 'cerebral flashes', and I will propose something to this group..

Here's my line... From the poem "The Space Sublime" in the book "Red Winds Howl"

"in the drifting wind is a perfect moment and the moment goes on and on..."

(I love dots...) So please post, comment, or go and have a coffee, one line is all I ask for.. It must read as one line, even if it's actually two lines.. cheers to you all..