tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post4406803695936600010..comments2023-08-29T00:19:57.259-04:00Comments on Poetical Psyche: Of Piety and PenumbraAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-50964114821735652112012-08-12T11:57:49.312-04:002012-08-12T11:57:49.312-04:00This is a complex and interesting voyage you recal...This is a complex and interesting voyage you recall for us here--I think churches are of course temples, houses of godhead on the material plane, in the minds of those who inhabit them, and that they, like a 'haunted' house, take on an aura of reflected emotion from the strong feelings that bombard the brick and mortar...even I as a complete atheist have felt an undefined awe beyond just appreciation of art or atmosphere in a beautiful place of worship--I especially liked this little snip:<br />"In a way explanation will neither assist nor aide"<br />so true, yet the act of explaining means so much to us! Excellent take on the prompt, Fred.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-79486593608821183182012-08-12T10:45:00.366-04:002012-08-12T10:45:00.366-04:00Your words definitely explain your experience well...Your words definitely explain your experience well...the beautiful windows definitely took you on a journey of thought, which I am glad you have written and preserved as poetry. It is only when we explore the sadness deeply that we can really know the wonder of life, I think.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-74616108438992084922012-08-12T10:23:59.093-04:002012-08-12T10:23:59.093-04:00Amazing how places like this stick with us - this ...Amazing how places like this stick with us - this pen reminds me of a time I spent in a little old catholic church in Scotland- I was very Kung, had no real idea what religion was all about- but there was just something....something in the air, in the windows, in the seats, in the old sculptures - its almost intangible- and you capture that feeling here so very well in all int mystery...Also, I really enjoy your writing style - always a unique voice and unafraid to be bold!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-34853067870157697372012-08-12T10:21:59.495-04:002012-08-12T10:21:59.495-04:00Yeah I have no idea why some make me feel weird ei...Yeah I have no idea why some make me feel weird either or sad or whatever. As I don't even know what the hell I'm supposed to be looking at sometimes hahaha never really one to stop and stare forever at them though, as I want to be on the go.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-7335165395649864052012-08-12T10:01:43.041-04:002012-08-12T10:01:43.041-04:00Yes- agree with Claudia - the end is especially st...Yes- agree with Claudia - the end is especially strong here. Very pretty and thoughtful - the qualms of confine - the difficult feeiings of the survivor - the guilt and gratitude - beautiful place and feelings described (and sad). k.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-74409071835054289882012-08-12T08:30:00.646-04:002012-08-12T08:30:00.646-04:00It seems as if you had an epiphany. Some churches ...It seems as if you had an epiphany. Some churches are wonderful places to just sit and allow the mind to open. Many truths are not found in spoken words but, in silence.<br />Very thought provoking and deep read Fred, thanks.Daydreamertoohttp://daydreamertoo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-37545485034502645732012-08-12T08:09:04.844-04:002012-08-12T08:09:04.844-04:00Enjoyed the read and the words of marvel and beaut...Enjoyed the read and the words of marvel and beauty of these stained portals and world inside the church ~ Though we also attend masses, I would stare in awe of these stained glass windows, humble of its meaning ~Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-79085346583312519022012-08-12T07:16:03.205-04:002012-08-12T07:16:03.205-04:00dang...really great closure on this man...this was...dang...really great closure on this man...this was a journey,a bit of understanding and for each of us a bit different yet familiar enough that in the end we relate and know it true...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-40849874235101293742012-08-12T06:24:44.187-04:002012-08-12T06:24:44.187-04:00"Your tears collect in pools that do not diss..."Your tears collect in pools that do not dissolve with immediacy" divinely melancholic...I like being inside churches for this reason.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-84382407626040319872012-08-12T03:12:08.499-04:002012-08-12T03:12:08.499-04:00and by now being left alone, you understand why th...and by now being left alone, you understand why these portals of beauty, these windows to inner and outward poetry, could be referred to as ever being stained...just love this fred... i could spend hours watching just the stained glass windows in a church.. the way the light breaks and brings the stories alive and how they speak to each of us in the very own language that we can understand..Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.com