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February 11, 2024


Superb poem!! I hear and relish. Been there but never wrote about “my squeamish heart” so wonderfully!

Wonderfully wry and richly detailed look at what it might be like to talk to a god, and an ancient one at that, during these current times. Nice pick and great imaginings Terence and Maureen!

Brainy poetry is delicious poetry, spacious and inclusive all at once.

grace articulated my response to this brilliantly delightful poem better than I could

Delightful, inventive poem!!!!!

Oh Apollo! What have you now done? Wonder and experience are writ in these lines. Great work!

I really enjoyed reading this clever and "heavenly" poem. As a fan of mythology, and Apollo being one of my favorite deities since he is associated with poetry and music, I appreciated your conjuring of him and for "bringing him down to earth." This poem is very well-crafted and fun. And I can't resist narcissistically including my own short poem about Apollo (a bit bawdy) in case you ever want to add an epigraph to the poem:

I used to sleep with the great god Apollo
but all he ever wanted was oracle sex

(Sorry, couldn't resist).

I'm going to read your poem again and again in all its whimsy.

I love this poem from start to finish. It’s delightful.

Cindy:  thanks for not resisting. I love "oracle sex."

What a terrific poem!

This is a “classic”!

Being typecast can easily become the yoke you dare not throw off. Maureen Thorson understands that, yet she still chafes under that yoke in a poem that is anything but typecast about its subject. She understands how it creates predictably quick recognition, whether from a casting agent, a director, the public, or even “an imagined jerk of a lover.” The part fits because you already acted the part so successfully. Familiarity breeds content as much as contempt. You become a “known quantity,” and thus less is expected of you, while the internal "you" screams without being heard. You are seen in the thespian guise that works. Success becomes habituated less by who you are than by the role you take--over and over and over again. But, like most actors, you don’t want to be caught “acting.” That dilemma also animates this exceptionally constructed, self-excavating poem. It is about both the desire of eluding sameness and the hard-won realization that “nothing changes completely.” The honesty and skill with which Maureen Thorson strikes a delicate, challenging balance in this poem are its greatest achievement. It is a tour de force of an unconquered heart. That’s something even Apollo, the god of poetry, music, prophecy, and medicine, would understand. Brava, Maureen!

Thanks, Earle, as always, for your insightful comment.

This is simply terrific!!!

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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