The Panoptikon: An Adventure of Poetic Thought Upon the Myriad Realms of Observable Space, of Walls, and of Human Perspective.
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The Panoptikon - Steven P. Pody
2008 Steven P. Pody. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 07/17/2020
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Introduction
Biography
Reprint And Contact Information
Poetry Section
Huh? Just Me.
Nocturne
Words of Crystal
Mom’s Little Target
Adorning The Tree Of Remembrance
Mountain Harbinger
Crusader Girl
La Soupe de Fraternité
Circe Mourn
One Shot
The High Fires
Not From The Ceiling, But From Heaven Hangeth Thee
Laureled Lives
Consider the Cloud
Leonidas
The Mongers
Heed Your Sister
Reality is Worth a Thousand Pictures
Kiss Off, Death
A Classical Grecian Day
The Beast in the Mirror
Cosmos On My Mind
To Anne Frank
Da Beekeeper
Never Beat Your Kid With His Own Future
Whither ?
Chez Plato
Hunter on the Ice Sea
Opaque Glass
The Toad On the Road
Attila Was Fun
The Flip-Side of Glory
You Good Morning
Eyes of the Falcon
Life Got
The Lock With Six Billion Keys
Clementine Cat
Dual Ventures To Ennui (The Physical Sum/The Timeless
Sea Cleanseth)
Invitation to Dance
Evo-lutin’ Language
This Very Day
Progress, B.C.E.
Untrodden Domain
Soil and Blood
Cowboy Pete’s Lament
(Napoleon In) Exile
Summer Birds
A Cask of So-So Wine
A Twice-Given Gift
Whatever Shall We Say to Nell?
Impassioned, Glows The Void
Birthing Season
Teachers Of The Stuff Of Men
Keats On Feets
Panopticon
Early Medley Of Thoughts (1969-1971)
Wrap-Up, And Into The Sunset
Department of Obtuse Elucidation (Notes, Explanations &
Enlightenment)
Chronology of Poetry Origins
Aging In A Frustrated Silence
Dedication
I’d like to thank my planet and all of its inhabitants for sharing the world with me, often being kind, and having the good taste not to have killed me off yet.
Further, I’d like to dedicate my work to a few deeply worthy people.
My mother, Lillian, has never wavered in her faith in me that I wouldn’t soil myself in public, eventually move to a reasonably close proximity of her (120 miles), and produce grandchildren. What a gal! A lifetime of support for the baby of the family, she was always there for me, even though I was the cultural black sheep of the family, in which my sister was an artist and my brother was an actor and playwright. (Now, wife, brother and sister are all teachers, and I’m even more left out.)
My loverly wife, Beate (Bea), second off the starting line for boundless faith, was well worth searching the world for. Archaeologist, real estate wheeler/dealer of note, high school teacher, bestest friend ever, and superb mother, I would have been just another ordinary pebble on the beach without her (instead of author of a terrific and widely unread book of poetry). Thanks, wifey-doodles.
My father laid down the basics for which I’ve been suffering all of my life. Be honest. Have integrity. Respect others. Care. We lost him to cancer when I was 11, but he is always in my thoughts.
For some people in listening mode, public school really can be a growth experience. Two high school teachers (of more than a third of a century ago) were particularly influential in their introductions to the literary world and to the literary potential of certain students not wholly hung up on cars, hormones and beer. For what it may be worth, my creative hat is off to Jeanne Toombs and Nora Wirtschafter, teachers extraordinaire, at a once-upon-a-time-era of Brandywine High School, in Wilmington, Delaware. Thanks ever so much, ladies.
Acknowledgements
Since this is a life-time compilation, there has been a life-time of experiences, influences and companions along the way.
There have been four ladies in my life who pretty much always had faith in me to do the right thing, and not let them down. One was my mother Lillian, one was my friend and mentor, the late Rina Yarche, one was my third fiancé/second wife Beate, and one was my boss for a few long-ago years, Sonja McCombs. Trust and faith of character are not things given or taken lightly, and I have flown on their wings to carry out worthy deeds. Some people just need to be believed in, and at their respective and various levels, they believed. My mom and wife patiently read decades of poetic effort, and still thought I was worthy of their love. Thanks, all.
Gestures of appreciation to my daughter Miriam, and son Micah for their technical help with photos and illustrations for this book. Youngest child, David, can pitch in for later family literary efforts… All talented in their unique own right, I’ll, no doubt, be buying their works someday, as opposed to now when I dock their allowances to buy mine. I’ll give them a discount…
Joanne Wiertella, friend, author (The Jewel Box Book, 1900-1925
), and relative to Dr. Seuss, helped to talk me over the waffling edge of actually committing to publish my works. Thanks Joanne, I hope the result justifies your well-meaning and persistent arguments on behalf of my family posterity.
Dee Wittenberg! All of these years of writing poetry and she was the only one to actually offer a paid commission (1985, $5) for a poem. Thanks for the encouragement. I never forgot.
My playwright brother David is not last on this list because he was the least important of influences, but rather because his contribution has been mostly oblique with indirect, though fundamental impact on my creative work. His literary abilities and tastes lie in different directions, and frankly I don’t even know if he is particularly fond of poetry. However, like me, he is as much a straight-shooter honest individual as he can be, and he has patiently tolerated my work for many, many years. He knows that authors come from a special place that needs more understanding than criticism, and sometimes are voices that just need to speak, even if no audience is intended. And if he said nothing critical of my finished works – which was usually the case, there was hardly a poem that I wrote in which I didn’t assess it through his eyes. Does the poem speak to the soul? Does it make sense and progress logically? Does it make the reader care? Essentially, when I wrote, my personal judgment was often: Is it good enough for him?
Oh, my brother didn’t have to say a word, because he was already there. And that was a good thing.
Introduction
I understand that low expectations abound in vanity projects like this, when a person wants to leave some kind of relatively-immortal literary monument to themselves. I don’t try to creatively write for a living, I don’t go out of my way to publish individual works, and after many years I am as literarily obscure as when I entered this world. When stating that a body of poetry compiled over a very long time encompasses a lifetime of keen, bemused and/or tragic observation and treasured personal sensitivity, in justice, who really cares? Apparently, a great many people do the same thing; that is, collect their works for a personal lifetime and think the whole more valid and worthy for doubling as a life testament and long-term statement from the depths and heart of a uniquely private universe. Maybe yes. Maybe no.
This is my one and only personal life, and I can’t speak for the others in regards to validity or quality. I can state, however that many people writing poetry for their own edification, myself included, hesitate greatly before the unknown quantity that is published exposure. Such trepidation holds sway because our work is a private thing, and holding up one’s efforts to criticism is not something everyone is fond of doing.
And further…, despite Jonathan Swift’s admonition against every common dullard trying their hand at writing poetry, true creative spark or no (Say, England, could you ever boast, three Poets in an age, at most?
), here, two-and-a-half-centuries later, is yet another example of the umpteen-millionth attempt by a human being to express himself/ herself in poetry. And again, possibly regardless of the actual capability to do so with credibility and literary honor. Alas, I like poetry, and like its sparse, concise expressive style. A thousand pardons to Mr. Swift, and to anyone else who might peruse this tiny tome and venture agreement with him in his railings ‘gainst the poetaster. I confess to writing every poem within The Panoptikon,
(named after my major work of the same title, but with a slight alteration in book title spelling to avoid conflict with a 1946 poetry book by a Mr. Lawless) and am solely responsible for the qualitative content.
I present here an early note that I don’t believe that every item in this collection is a pristine gem of emotion, thought, logical progression, or model of rhyme and