08-31-2016, 04:16 PM
So I am currently without laptop and making my comments via mobile, and too afraid to mess with the layout for An actual line by line, it also messes with my formatting and editing so I apologize for any typos....I do promise to try and catch them as they are irritating as all hell.
I do like the line break better at the 'and you', seconded by previous poster. It seems a more resolute image in my mind and lends more illusion to the next line. I like how you carried sea and crossing across the line break, it leaves an opening there for the mind to play, subtle. I wonder at some word cuts in the last stanza. It may add some strength though where you are looking to reinforce a level of 'drunkeness' in the tone, stylistic only perhaps. "But runs to the deep sea (emptiness at night implied) in the white frothed wave (I loved that bit), the moons pale lamp that burns not for me. I feel this mirrors a strength in line that shifts in. Hope this is at least useful in some measure. Thanks for indulging the feedback.
I do like the line break better at the 'and you', seconded by previous poster. It seems a more resolute image in my mind and lends more illusion to the next line. I like how you carried sea and crossing across the line break, it leaves an opening there for the mind to play, subtle. I wonder at some word cuts in the last stanza. It may add some strength though where you are looking to reinforce a level of 'drunkeness' in the tone, stylistic only perhaps. "But runs to the deep sea (emptiness at night implied) in the white frothed wave (I loved that bit), the moons pale lamp that burns not for me. I feel this mirrors a strength in line that shifts in. Hope this is at least useful in some measure. Thanks for indulging the feedback.
(07-15-2016, 06:59 PM)Achebe Wrote: Impossible angel
Beer and cigarettes
and you, your languid locks,
are always in my world of drunken walks
through Barbican and Bishopsgate,
in the moonbeam shallows
of walls spattered with poetry.
Thursday nights your longing is a sea
crossing through hours of drunkenness.
Mindful glances in the mermaid shadows
turn not to me.
Impossible angel
that runs not to me.
But runs to the deep sea's emptiness
in the white frothed wave that follows
the moon's pale lamp of loneliness
that burns not for me.

