Their Forgotten Memories Comments

Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in heightened poetic diction with insight. Thanks for sharing Robert.

Memories were never so vivid, so lifelike, sculpted in the form man and bleeding. Damn, I love how this piece rocks between an acknowledgement of the present and a romanticism of the past. Shades of zombies and chivalrous knights in spray-painted faux armor. Does anybody remember which Vincent Price on Friday night, both horrifying and full of camp? This is that, cinematic and more or less full of props stolen from Shelley and Byron and maybe a moment of Berrigan and Ashbery, too. One part formal waltz and one part mosh pit. This is more than a little fun.