fastidious malignment

thoughts arising from Neville's 'Algarvia'

~ imPRESSions ~

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have experienced this...New York City...skyscrapers, congested streets...
being a little kid in the Bronx...claustrophobic...felt like the towers would lean over and crush me.
Then the opposite feeling when I was in Vermont...open pastures...mountains...
clean air...farm smells...freedom.
the city boy in me is just an echo now.
and this poem is so brilliantly worded.
j.

[Red Brick Keshner]

That's an amazing odyssey j! Almost like a reverse Lord of the Flies in some ways.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Keshner… we are building Sky scrappers where Fields of Lillies and Apple Orchards once graced our Country Roads. Your poetry is a Reminder that Seeds cannot grow very well in Concrete. Our Mind and Intellect need Sunshine and Rain and Nourishment from the Earth. Be blessed dear Poet. gently, Pat

[Red Brick Keshner]

That is such a wonderful way of putting it Ms Pat. As grace is trmapled over in the name of progress and avarice our poetry must raise our thoughts and aspirations to be better as is our innate capacity.
Freds

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Freds… I think of the Poem… a flower 🌸 grows in Brooklyn… when I read Jacob’s Review. It would be Wise to have the thousands of Immigrants become Farmers and Build their own Homes and Barns and Dairies, etc. All the Money dished out to them could be used for materials to do so. Where is Common Sense as Benjamin Franklin would have written and spoken about. Prayers ascending. Pat

[Red Brick Keshner]

Curious that you mentioned that, Pat! Last night we watched 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn' and the mentioned tree was hardly within frame the few seconds that it was on. We really need that common sense that is so uncommon for far too long.
Freds

[andrew mitchell]

Had this image of high rise buildings hanging out their laundry. Yes city living is rather claustrophobic and how the food courts look like tassie devils all eating their hearts out. Great choice of words Frederick.

[Red Brick Keshner]

A fitting image of the concrete jungle. But some wouldn’t have it any other way; each tiger to their jungle, or so it could be said. Thanks Andrew.