Comments on: Darkroom http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/darkroom/ Lightning in the Blood Sun, 11 Jul 2010 15:14:29 +0100 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: Stephanie http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/darkroom/comment-page-1/#comment-11 Stephanie Mon, 06 Oct 2008 22:54:14 +0000 http://create.coyopa.net/?p=14#comment-11 This is another poem that really "got" me. I enjoyed the stark, repetitive rhythm, and the mystery of it. I am left wondering if the darkroom is the treasure chest of my soul or the prison of my nightmares, or maybe both. My favourite lines are the very last two - they remind me of "Also the Mortals Ran", how there are no heroes without those who end up lost: "The hero knows the darkroom; The lost live there." ...and maybe the ones who lost the key will find the door again one day and become their own heroes? This is another poem that really “got” me. I enjoyed the stark, repetitive rhythm, and the mystery of it.

I am left wondering if the darkroom is the treasure chest of my soul or the prison of my nightmares, or maybe both.

My favourite lines are the very last two – they remind me of “Also the Mortals Ran”, how there are no heroes without those who end up lost:

“The hero knows the darkroom;
The lost live there.”

…and maybe the ones who lost the key will find the door again one day and become their own heroes?

]]> By: Griffin http://create.coyopa.net/poetry/darkroom/comment-page-1/#comment-5 Griffin Fri, 19 Sep 2008 10:19:14 +0000 http://create.coyopa.net/?p=14#comment-5 Oh Tom. Wow! All those Every...'s right to the heart of it. "Here is the history of your disappointment. Here is the catalogue of your just resentment. Here is the dark winding sheet In which you are wrapping the stiff child of your life." Yes, absolutely. And reminds me a little of Arthur Rimbaud's Night in Hell with his concert of hells - a hell for my pride... You are one hell of a poet Tom. I'm not even close. I've put a link to you on my blog so anyone can find you there. But my blog is a little thing next to your visions. "The poet makes himself a seer by a long prodigious disordering of the senses" as Rimbaud once wrote. Oh Tom. Wow! All those Every…’s right to the heart of it.

“Here is the history of your disappointment.
Here is the catalogue of your just
resentment.
Here is the dark winding sheet
In which you are wrapping the stiff child of your life.”

Yes, absolutely. And reminds me a little of Arthur Rimbaud’s Night in Hell with his concert of hells – a hell for my pride…

You are one hell of a poet Tom. I’m not even close. I’ve put a link to you on my blog so anyone can find you there. But my blog is a little thing next to your visions.

“The poet makes himself a seer by a long prodigious disordering of the senses” as Rimbaud once wrote.

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