tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post4650404117434313287..comments2023-10-14T09:31:41.455-04:00Comments on Metanoetic Poetics: Motor CycleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-22872341904937366632012-03-03T19:19:20.943-05:002012-03-03T19:19:20.943-05:00From Valerie (@annehedonia13) via Twitter:
@shral...From Valerie (@annehedonia13) via Twitter:<br /><br />@shralec re: "Motor Cycle" ~ Intensely visual and cinematic. I can imagine the images in the rider's head and the pressures in his life competing with the increasing speed of the bike on the highway attempting to outrun them. Visceral too, the scenarios of speed, death and the road. There's a mythic quality here, and though Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-71480912924904542212012-02-26T12:10:10.308-05:002012-02-26T12:10:10.308-05:00I'm glad that came across, Adan. When you writ...I'm glad that came across, Adan. When you write these things they sound good but you wonder how they sound or form in someone else's head. It's kind of a verbal formulation, and there are allusions to relativity theory, as little as I understand of it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-26102965554183603322012-02-25T16:01:23.798-05:002012-02-25T16:01:23.798-05:00there's so much power of acceleration in this,...there's so much power of acceleration in this, wow! glad i got to it finally!<br /><br />esp liked, <br /><br />"you don't want vanishing <br />points, as much as speed <br />of light to cross over <br />that line"<br /><br />i've always liked most concepts built 'round the idea of speed of light, nice ;-)adanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00710750989853277203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-40796920949832978332012-02-25T10:20:11.996-05:002012-02-25T10:20:11.996-05:00This is wonderful. So psychically accurate and in...This is wonderful. So psychically accurate and incisive and beautifully rendered. K.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-35852019958402636352012-02-24T18:53:28.869-05:002012-02-24T18:53:28.869-05:00Thank you, Claudie, for your kind comment. I'v...Thank you, Claudie, for your kind comment. I've never been anywhere near that speed, maybe up to 100 mph. So the poem might be a bit of living vicariously. :) It does in some way, though not consciously when I wrote it, deal with the myth of the Biker as well as the love machines supposedly so characteristic of Americans. But the thing that motivated me to write it was the human story of a Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-79819494715912292312012-02-24T18:41:18.098-05:002012-02-24T18:41:18.098-05:00Thank you, Fred, for your comment. That last image...Thank you, Fred, for your comment. That last image about vanishing points is something I considered taking out, but it is imagistic, though of the imagination. I was hoping the reader could think cinematically at this point, since that is images like this that film does well. This is not saying that I executed it correctly, just providing some background. As always, I am grateful for your Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-38619501930475337842012-02-24T12:02:22.209-05:002012-02-24T12:02:22.209-05:00Excellent writing Charles. The 200 stanzas are in...Excellent writing Charles. The 200 stanzas are incredibly strong. I don't know what it is about numerals written out this way, when appearing alongside letters, they just have an effect on me. My mind always races to find connections with symbols all the while finding the numeral aesthetics so wonderful. The other stanzas really are powerful, with talk of fear, death's imminence, Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-78933230747338893232012-02-24T07:59:50.511-05:002012-02-24T07:59:50.511-05:00You made the experience of travelling 200 mph vivi...You made the experience of travelling 200 mph vivid for me. Well written poem with intensity of images mixed with feelings. I'd rather drive the speed limit and live. This was enough for me: <br /><br />At 200 miles per hour, the road <br />is a razor that'll cut you in halfMaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-14867215587390167222012-02-24T06:04:04.810-05:002012-02-24T06:04:04.810-05:00Thrilling. Especially:-
At 200 miles per hour,
yo...Thrilling. Especially:-<br />At 200 miles per hour, <br />you know death<br />is not fate but a chance <br />to beat the odds, the time <br />when mistakes aren't <br />the end, but a day to work <br />and make it all right again.<br /><br />This crystallised it all for me.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-78643163960750080842012-02-24T00:57:17.115-05:002012-02-24T00:57:17.115-05:00a wonderful write charles with some hit-me-in-the-...a wonderful write charles with some hit-me-in-the-stomach lines... brought me back to my teenage years..i had a boy friend who worked for a car rental company and sometimes i joined him when he brought one of these really fast cars back...and went 200 miles per hour...flying between life and death indeed..and i didn't care much at that time..Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-83348058921923574202012-02-23T22:28:49.797-05:002012-02-23T22:28:49.797-05:00Some really powerful lines in there, "brother...Some really powerful lines in there, "brother crashed on a / highway of no return-- / and father, father of death / itself, tearing out your guts / with a shotgun in his mouth." and a vivid image. This one also stood out to me, "you know death / is not fate but a chance / to beat the odds" as did the razor image in the last stanza.Frank Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11512960953837979822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-1717101347073072922012-02-23T21:47:20.670-05:002012-02-23T21:47:20.670-05:00The motorcycle is a Suzuki Hayabusa, top speed of ...The motorcycle is a Suzuki Hayabusa, top speed of 194 though Dave heard stories of +200 mph. Thank you for noting the epigraph on the blog and its link to a theme in the poem.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08784125345525784337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-32632482424624057412012-02-23T21:46:42.338-05:002012-02-23T21:46:42.338-05:00Wow, I'm not sure what to say except wow. The ...Wow, I'm not sure what to say except wow. The first stanza made the poem personal because I could relate, then my life was redefined as I experienced the words. ExcellentBeth Winterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00123202473118521429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-8690928442866295612012-02-23T20:17:58.345-05:002012-02-23T20:17:58.345-05:00I (still) have a turbo MR2 and I've been up to...I (still) have a turbo MR2 and I've been up to that speed but it's not a place I want to stay especially with my old lady reflexes. It certainly is a move to the wild side. The poem absolutely explores clarity in the midst of chaos, fiercely trying to make sense in a senseless universe. It fulfills the aim of your blog title completely. Excellent stuff.Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962841480087192036.post-62922079171718998982012-02-23T19:46:48.596-05:002012-02-23T19:46:48.596-05:00death is not fate but a chance to beat the odds......death is not fate but a chance to beat the odds...whew...daddy with the shot gun and mother of cancer were both striking lines man...never got to 200 but at 135 the world moves fast...the road a razor...and gravity...nice close...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com