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Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness

"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness" The blue lines ripple like waves to the right side of the page vacantly calm from the shallow depths of the ponderous pond the words, fast black fins, break the wake surfacing mute reviews slowly circle the fresh poet treading water eyes watch below the waterline, waiting for the drowning like poisonous sea snakes slithering hear their venomous tongues hiss the noise of minds judiciously judgmental compete for what the trolls have left the sensitively incisive minds pleasantly numbed all their salad joints butt-smoked and calcifying gracefully side-stroke the no-never-me egos wrapping their pearl-strung bodies of work around naive warm skinned Godots Above the pimpernel scarlet wash the great flapping of wings hear the never-ending song all the merry vicious hungry seagulls scavengers of breadcrumbs and brighter things Revel in the lost hours courting the sublime significance of nothingness between the chain letters 10 a day smoking zeroes Some kind of white washed dream bountifully prosaic Salt water heals heels and RSI palms that have been working overtime pumping jelly into squid ink to stain a page Neptune's brine stings all the self-righteous wounds cauterizing lesser mortals with their adjuncts 'twould seem unfinished sentences psalmed and anointed unworthy, the crowing crowd congruous in burning disharmony deigns the turning of one's page baptismal, or not, blessed again, or not, plunging deep into her sea greens fully immersed, the story swims well unforgiven, naked, in context and twin mirrored reflecting ultra blues (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) “The Beauty of Nothingness” / Alan Watts https://youtu.be/ivurmn3hnwc “I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.” Georgia O'Keefe “Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.” Alfred Lord Tennyson “Usually people don't see beyond the surface of things and cannot understand more other than the obvious; they are used to judging a book by its cover, and that is why they don't hesitate to bully.” Maria Karvouni "Green Jazz Vol. 5 / Mellow Smooth Jazz Saxophone for Chilling Out and Getting Green" https://youtu.be/ctpOUkzDgvw "Lily Was Here" / David Stewart https://youtu.be/Y_tU5KrHVUo LYRICS/ "Lily Was Here" / David Stewart https://www.jiosaavn.com/lyrics/lily-was-here-dna-remix-lyrics/FhEAU00DZ0Q

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 11/8/2021 3:17:00 PM

The video is available. Embed code kaput as of 9/11/21. Try this again - worth the listen, I think. “The Beauty of Nothingness” / Alan Watts

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 11/8/2021 3:17:00 PM

https://youtu.be/ivurmn3hnwc

Quoth Theraven

Date: 2/20/2021 12:01:00 PM

Lady Labyrinth, Came here directly from Robert's blog and comment and so glad for it. 'the sensitively incisive minds pleasantly numbed ~~ all their salad joints butt-smoked and calcifying'..delicious prose. I love a poem that questions our very existence. Also liked Georgia O's quote. She knew how to catch a mood and moment in life. Thanks for sharing that. “New York, Night” & "City Night" captured so well from a Modernist' careful eye. -Richard

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/20/2021 2:49:00 PM

Thank you Raven Man. Good choice Lindley - Longellow to illuminate those not aware of his majestic talent. Lindley, unlike the majority of amateurs on this site, I include myself in the large list of amateurs - is without doubt, indeed, a true Poet. More should read his magnetic tomes. I love Georgia O'Keeffe, especially her city scapes, but my favourite is The Lawrence Tree, the story behind it and the many ways it can be viewed.

Robert Lindley

Date: 2/20/2021 9:27:00 AM

Back again to read this finely woven presentation and this time listed to the wonderful music- "Lily Was Here David Stewart Alto Sax" which was a most enjoyable relaxation. *And he said, resting within the shadowy dark.* Tis I, that celebrates dawn's soft sinewy charm. * Not to say, that life has not left its bruising marks.* *But rather, this near the end, I fear not its harm...........

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/21/2021 2:41:00 PM

no problemo Lindley...I'm very busy with the study and assignments here at present, and more than likely the next few years ...so my verbosity is to be shelved for quite some time. :) I am sure I will be missed sorely by many. ;) Take care of yourself and your Queen and the homefront. It is the 22/2 here today, I understand your 22/2 in the U.S. for your family is an important day. I'll check in later in the week to see how the battle progresses. L xx

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/21/2021 7:25:00 AM

OK, thanks for clearing that up. I did just finish composing that poem from the verses I started. I am about to post it on my home page. Sorry about my misreading. Seems I do that oft here lately, as my mind seems to wander of a bit too much and my recall ability starts to short-circuits. It is truly vexing to say the least.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/21/2021 4:28:00 AM

So from the world of spirits there descends A bridge of light, connecting it with this, O'er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends, Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/21/2021 4:24:00 AM

Yes, I was aware of your words not being the lyrics. However, that prompted me to respond to you, my thoughts on the lyrics (link of which I posted below my comments) and my comments then bounced off my thoughts on the Longfellow poem, I posted in your recent blog, "Haunted Houses".

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/20/2021 6:48:00 PM

Your comment- " I had never heard the lyrics to the music, "Lily was Here". Indeed, I was not aware there were lyrics attached to the piece. I think it fits quite well in this haunted house that we visit each day to leave our mark upon a wall for other lost or waiting souls to discover." Those verses I presented in my reply to you were my own - not from the Lily piece my friend. They came to me as I was replying to you.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/20/2021 3:14:00 PM

I had never heard the lyrics to the music, "Lily was Here". Indeed, I was not aware there were lyrics attached to the piece. I think it fits quite well in this haunted house that we visit each day to leave our mark upon a wall for other lost or waiting souls to discover. We write our souls out through light and dark to discover who we are, who those around us are. Where we are all headed, is a nebulous conundrum. We shed great pieces of ourselves here, succinctly or in puzzles to be solved. Some take the feathers dropped and wear them like a cloak that is their own. Others turn and say to themselves, "no not me", but there is a common thread.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/20/2021 3:03:00 PM

Limericks are our last resort to laugh. We are wrapped in Light and Dark, like flies stuck to treacle on a wall, we watch each other read the others words, we weep and sometimes smile - there are angels that pick us up and envelop our grief with the stories in their wings, we relate to the heart inside. They give us shelter, we share what is human in their mind. A poet never closes shop and walks away, the stories we tell are our easiest drug, constantly running through our veins. We eventually all return to, facing the wall, re-telling our small mortal life and seeking answers to the riddle. We never die, our lives are left behind. The immortality of souls. We turn our minds towards the wall, praying for love, answers, recognition, we face Mecca, in one way or another, eventually.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/20/2021 3:03:00 PM

https://www.metrolyrics.com/lily-was-here-dna-remix-lyrics-candy-dulfer.html

James Swartz

Date: 2/15/2021 2:51:00 PM

Great stuff Leanne! In my mind the water and the pages are one and either the writer/ poet drowns in the deep emptiness or they swim and create the wondrous (like this piece you created).

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/16/2021 12:32:00 PM

Are you back on board!? Will have to go have a look. Trust all well your side of the Pond. :) ... I'm off page for quite a while now with study - which no doubt will please quite a few trolls. 3 assignments to be handed in by midnight this Sunday. It's all happening. I was heartily sickened of reading all the spite - when at it's peak, the bloodied waters of the gelatinous consomme here were churning with the thin blood of 'poets'/ writers and all the blowfish and vociferous piranhas. The place should be about creative expression - but it is also touted to wide and far - that it is a platform where positive input and collaboration are to be found. This is what prompted the poem on this page. xx

Robert Lindley

Date: 2/9/2021 3:50:00 PM

I marvel at this fine creation. It has birthed an inspired creation. One that came as a shot as a non-stop flow--from this poet's soul- mind- heart and temporary abandonment of his muse. I stopped to compose a poem born by this creation. A romanticism that was sought. An explosion of emotions, insight and feelings of a lost love from my youth. Thanks ..God bless..

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/10/2021 1:40:00 AM

Reads like you are on a roll Lindley...happy to inspire, for isn't that the culture of this place? To inspire, not tear each other to shreds like a pack of piranha, for surely they do not swim in schools, but packs. I am off page for a while with studies. I shall pop in from time to time. Trust all goes well on the home front with your muse and the prodigy.

Robert Lindley
Date: 2/9/2021 3:53:00 PM

A fav... Indeed a gift given and a blessing to have found. As the new poem will fill a need, as one of the two poems needed for my new blog on, The Era of Romanticism In American Poetry. Now if fate will be so kind as to gift me another such inspiration for the second poem. God bless...

Frederic Parker

Date: 2/2/2021 4:05:00 PM

most cannot see the world any further than the length of their arms... the book of Frederic I have only one life to live it affords me the ability to live without fear...the book of Frederic every man should be King of his own life, every woman should be Queen of her own life, most are court jesters...the book of Frederic

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/3/2021 12:44:00 AM

So mote it be. xx

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 1/26/2021 2:22:00 PM

Thoughts on it all after swimming in my Ocean. The object of this exercise is to transform something very 'ugly' into something of great beauty.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 2/21/2021 4:29:00 AM

excellent.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 2/20/2021 11:52:00 AM

I think you managed to get the message across the wide devide. -R

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/27/2021 2:12:00 AM

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." ;)

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/27/2021 2:10:00 AM

"Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open..." hmmm

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 1/25/2021 9:48:00 PM

Collaboration....with sax (no, that's not a typo) .... ;).

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/26/2021 12:50:00 AM

https://youtu.be/3SfSQ3lQmJw

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/25/2021 10:02:00 PM

LYRICS/ Lily Was Here - Dave Stewart:

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/25/2021 9:48:00 PM

https://www.jiosaavn.com/lyrics/lily-was-here-dna-remix-lyrics/FhEAU00DZ0Q

Susan Woodrow

Date: 1/25/2021 9:25:00 PM

catchy title and enjoyed the rest of the writing style...though have to say it left me feeling that next time i need salt water healing, I shall have the sea pumped into a bathtub under a roof so as to avoid those sea snakes and sea gulls but then there's the trolls! sheesh.....love the O'Keefe quote :)

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/25/2021 9:55:00 PM

ha! stick with your beautiful Ocean Woodrow, it is 'pure' and undefeated. And I would thoroughly recommend never tainting the lush sensual luxuriating time of a deep bath where one has the opportunity to cavort with dreams of a sensual nature, naked in one's full glory ;) - to allow the entry of such mewling figments of poorly lacking imaginations, who in reality are just passing bad dreams trying their best, to rudely interrupt and tear to shreds, a true romantic's dream, with their echoing vitriol, those wannabe gossiping lackadaisical vipers, torturously dull trolls and rabid blunt beaked sea gulls ... I would leave that lot to sink in their own burley in the gelatinous consommé of their highly worshipped Goldfish pond. The O'Keefe quote added for quasi-compadre amusement.

Ts Poetry

Date: 1/25/2021 6:49:00 PM

We need to take a walk from time to time to get away from the stagnant culture nipping at our toes

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/25/2021 6:51:00 PM

lol. Swimming in the Oceans of Australia are less hazardous than the feeding frenzies that occur in this fish bowl.