Uncertain Timeless Senses Comments

Reading your poem one thought kept coming to mind, how this poem would sound in your original language. Was the original simple dealing with complex thought or was it complex in its wording dealing with simple thought. I will not know the answer but am sure it was much more expressive and beautiful in your language. This I say being the bilingual. Some words just can't be same. But I think you have captured the essence of your thought. A thought that looks at life from generational point of view. It changes with time as the time itself changes the circumstances. As humans we not only have this amazing capacity to adopt to changes but be changed by it too.

Deep, complex that is the journey of life when we are at the mercy of destiny, wonderful write!

One of our best best 20th poets William Stafford told us, I want to be on my guard against writing good poems. I want to write necessary poems. This strikes me as a necessary poem. At the center of the poem you assert TIME MUTATED which means we have entered a new epoch in which LIFE'S ASCENT is threatened by the obsolescence of past means, like maps characterized by the stable landscape, apparently this dark reality involves geology as well as morality. What is needed is a new kind of map (I'm sticking with your metaphor) and for the fourth time tonight invoke Ezra Pound whose term PERIPLUM which stretches across the decades to provide a necessary tool, not for us, Dimitrios, but for that rising generation. bereft of the former certainties as you put it. They will add their notes to the map which will be further amended by other voyagers and they will build a new world from their shared discoveries, and neither of us will fully understand the language they create, the habits they pursue, the knowledge they record. But they will prevail, and I suspect they will come back to our poems not for directions but for the intact vision, what Eliot called the still point and the heart of light. since the old maps don'teffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Feelings of love with the muse of time! Doing the right thing always. Nice work.

think that every new generation thinks its travails are unique, but they are basically the same

Driven by our time's uncertainty even love affairs have been influenced.Young people deny sometimes to think of their future the way their parents used to.In times changing fast it is not easy to walk the road towards the future with the equipment and harness previous generations did.Is it easy to walk it with ''Uncertain timeless senses''?