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Date Posted: 23:00:53 11/05/02 Tue
Author: Gray
Author Host/IP: 0-1pool24-172.nas51.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.147.24.172
Subject: Re: Obligatory Poem
In reply to: Gray Squirrel 's message, "Obligatory Poem" on 23:31:43 11/01/02 Fri

Because of some confusion elsewhere regarding the meaning of this poem, I have written the following partial explanation.

Background:

A. I wanted to write a poem, felt an obligation to, just to write something, anything...

B. A friend of mine, a coworker, had recently experienced the tragedy of some family members involved in an automobile accident... a young nephew she was fond of died... She is devastated, trying hard to hide it, to avoid the intensity of her sorrow. I like her character, her personality, etc... So I feel it too, her sorrow... And I feel a need to comfort without being obtrusive, invasive.

C. Someone I am very close to, when I mentioned this to her, told me that someone else had recently died, in fact today is her funeral, which is also the birthday of the person who I am close to. The woman who died was a friend of hers, and someone I had met, and the wife of a former coworker who had also been a friend of mine.

D. There are ongoing critical difficulties with the concept of the long-lasting relationship the person I am very fond of and I have. The sound in the voice is hers, from a telephone call.

Generally, that is what this poem is about... but I am not trying to report the experience, just let some visuals and thoughts expose themselves as they wish. ...more generally perhaps, it is about the concept of our reactions to tactile death in our lives, carried third person, etc... visuals, feelings... though maybe that explanation is more confusing?

I can try to detail the meaning of the specific lines and phrases, but perhaps the perspective above colors the poem enough to be now more understandable.

-Gray

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