tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906133837744890344.post6982178964803681103..comments2023-11-02T03:32:59.750-07:00Comments on Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera: Unconsidered ChaosGuy Kettelhackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14867335877049558315noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906133837744890344.post-84012543209951036182020-06-04T16:07:02.410-07:002020-06-04T16:07:02.410-07:00Wonderfully angled at substance under chaos colori...Wonderfully angled at substance under chaos coloring the various hues to assure the vibrancy of our shelf life never expires. I'm reminded of Bob Dylan's line, "I accept chaos. I'm not sure whether it accepts me." Another appropriate one is, "He not busy being born is busy dying." - it's that stimulus that lifts us to be ordained to minister life as spirits who have been sequestered by the explicitly written orders of confinement announced by the no-sayers, fear being their only defense, but an offense to all creative weaponry - so that "polished surfaces" are ripped floorboards and "dust" the shedding of stars are "outlying provinces of funk and sweat that taint the soul to give it interest." - sheer absorbance exquisitely swabbed, Guy.<br /><br />Chefs and carpenters can only work in cluttered kitchens using all materials and ingredients at their disposal to inspire their designs - in other words: something is finally happening! Paradise lost in the land of shadows (...blowin' in the wind).Bernard Hamelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16040657916524298779noreply@blogger.com