tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post4602850184815294258..comments2024-03-24T17:49:05.886-04:00Comments on The Robert Moss BLOG: ProteusMarcia Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04530003059608361331noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-75101112419326450242009-12-19T12:24:55.919-05:002009-12-19T12:24:55.919-05:00Excellent poem!Excellent poem!Joy Harjohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00371770793562441621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-57621011708971666862009-12-12T22:39:17.118-05:002009-12-12T22:39:17.118-05:00Hi Tina - Indeed, "Who will go drive with Fer...Hi Tina - Indeed, "Who will go drive with Fergus now?" That name - Fergus - is one that returns. I run into dogs, large and small, that are named "Fergus" at interesting moments, including past midnight one night when I was working on one of the Yeatsian passages in my "Dreamer's Book of the Dead" and needed to clear my head, and walking with my own little dog, encountered a laughing Irish setter. When his owner told me his name was "Fergus" and I asked why, she recited from memory, under a half moon, these lines of Yeats:<br /><br />For Fergus rules the brazen cars,<br />And rules the shadows of the wood,<br />And the white breast of the dim sea<br />And all dishevelled wandering stars<br /><br />Who can not love a poet who sings of "dishevelled wandering stars"?<br /><br />Now - In the passage you quote, Yeats was writing in the shapeshifting bardic mode that, as you know, is very ancient among the Celts, and most familiar, perhaps, in the Song of Amergin. I, in turn, seeking to bind Protean to a form, drew from the same spring.<br /><br />It was a lovely workshop in Portland, wasn't it? We'll continue the adventures in the Pacific Northwest next year.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-36317937676705812532009-12-12T21:56:15.656-05:002009-12-12T21:56:15.656-05:00Robert,
I was at your workshop, and present for t...Robert, <br />I was at your workshop, and present for the reading of this poem. So glad to have it posted, and to have had the delight of watching all the magics of the weekend take shape. Thank you, thank you! For the poem, the weekend, and the possibilities unfolding.<br />This poem reminds me of Yeats' lines--from Fergus and the Druid:<br />....I have been many things --<br />A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light<br />Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill,<br />An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,<br />A king sitting upon a chair of gold --<br />And all these things were wonderful and great;<br />But now I have grown nothing, knowing all...<br /><br />warmly,<br />Tina (wayfarer)Tina Tauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10273654968041385585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-69701799021794804852009-12-08T10:26:18.066-05:002009-12-08T10:26:18.066-05:00Hi Nancy - A rich mix of ingredients for a poem, i...Hi Nancy - A rich mix of ingredients for a poem, indeed! Glad to hear that dream women knew where to send you :-) Your decsription of the man whose head had been opened and buckled reminds me of the saying that illness and accidents are the Western form of meditation.<br /><br />Thanks for your good cheer, Nicola and Savannah.<br /><br />And - DreamingBear - thanks for reminding us why another figure in the Odyssey (the title character) needed to be bound, so he could hear the sirens sing without being destroyed by their lures.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-34731744623607914092009-12-08T00:14:37.244-05:002009-12-08T00:14:37.244-05:00Your last line really hits home for me like a stor...Your last line really hits home for me like a stormy truth... Awesomely powerful, thank you!Savannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17742991823988063247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-17765861014112569262009-12-07T17:51:24.026-05:002009-12-07T17:51:24.026-05:0017 sailors on our ship.
I beg them to lash me to t...17 sailors on our ship.<br />I beg them to lash me to the mast<br />To bind me with a magic rope <br />of ritual space<br />and to take me close up to the rocks…<br />Close enough that I might behold<br />the terrifying beauty that beckons there )))<br />SO INTENSE<br />it drives one mad with desire.<br />Like a moth into an open flame<br />I scream and kick ‘please let me go’<br />But the circle holds<br />and I am spared<br />and now safely home<br />Although somehow home is not the same<br /><br />Till I was bound<br />I could not see...DreamingBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09130567303571756717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-8397579607099459382009-12-07T17:42:43.423-05:002009-12-07T17:42:43.423-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.DreamingBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09130567303571756717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-38329168064758247522009-12-07T17:21:48.056-05:002009-12-07T17:21:48.056-05:00Very beautiful robertVery beautiful robertNicolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14287620449894096438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-34560070856770580132009-12-07T16:50:32.227-05:002009-12-07T16:50:32.227-05:00Robert,
Thanks for nudging me back to writing my d...Robert,<br />Thanks for nudging me back to writing my dream reports as poetry. In the past 2 days alone I've dreamed of <br />- a bee stinging my head so deeply and painfully I couldn't think, and really fighting to pull it out<br />- a stained-glass window in the sky, filled with red, blue, and yellow curlicues of rich tapestried detail<br />- telling a woman I met in a cafe I had to get home to write my new dream before I forgot it, with her responding that I should study with Robert Moss(!!)<br />- comforting my younger sister like a small child, rubbing her head slowly<br />- seeing a former blustery macho man after his car accident, his head caved in on one side like a rind of spooned-out fruit, the left intuitive side the outer one now with the right logical one hidden<br />- telling a teen boy that he made me want to be as truthful as possible <br /><br />All rich raw ingredients for creative writing. Thanks for the inspiration!<br />You could write <i>anything</i> and I would find it fascinating (though this post is unusually superb) -- I bet your grocery list is riveting!<br />NancyNancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05156176014470929754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-24787565642853817042009-12-07T12:53:44.226-05:002009-12-07T12:53:44.226-05:00Thanks Margie, Robyn and Diana.
Margie - There wa...Thanks Margie, Robyn and Diana.<br /><br />Margie - There was a lot of living myth interweaving with our dream afventures over the Portland weekend. A man from British Columbia was inspired to write, and perfrom, a marvelous song in which he found part of his larger story on the myth of Icarus, who became so dizzy with hubris (ego beyond ego) that he forgot his father's warning not to fly too close to the sun - so the wax that glued his wings in place melted.<br /><br />That old man-beast of the sea, Proteus, is very old indeed in my personal mythology...Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-70591660441071398122009-12-07T12:25:29.776-05:002009-12-07T12:25:29.776-05:00Powerfully moving poem. Thank you, Robert.Powerfully moving poem. Thank you, Robert.Dianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02877662692937041007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-72672890754599932982009-12-07T12:20:53.275-05:002009-12-07T12:20:53.275-05:00Robert,
Beautiful, your true expression.
The sha...Robert,<br /><br />Beautiful, your true expression.<br /><br />The shard--both clue and composite.Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05686225018981818216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-73080466712047861832009-12-06T23:07:17.573-05:002009-12-06T23:07:17.573-05:00…I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outw...…I'd rather be<br />A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;<br />So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,<br />Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;<br />Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea.<br />Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.<br /><br />Wordsworth.Worldbridgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02411263354180821936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-85073721956335046512009-12-06T22:00:06.903-05:002009-12-06T22:00:06.903-05:00Yes, wonderful poem! Proteus...I will be consider...Yes, wonderful poem! Proteus...I will be considering this for quite some time. Timely for me. Thank you once again for widening the horizons of mythology and dreaming in relation to waking life.<br />MargieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-65429700897053296362009-12-06T21:32:21.567-05:002009-12-06T21:32:21.567-05:00Thank you, Betsey and Susan.
Blackbird, it is alw...Thank you, Betsey and Susan.<br /><br />Blackbird, it is always a fine pleasure to hear your poetic chirps. Black birds (especially Raven, for me) played a very significant role in my workshop in Portland this weekend and, as always, were marvelous trackers.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-55534742767797223422009-12-06T21:12:29.433-05:002009-12-06T21:12:29.433-05:00Proteus Proteus where art thou?
I am here and ther...Proteus Proteus where art thou?<br />I am here and there<br />I am everywhere<br />I am he I am she I am you<br />In the net of Indra<br />I make my home<br />In the mist <br />And the fabric of Dream<br /><br />A splendid poem Robert!<br />Called me right in...<br /> from BlackbirdBlackbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03990452731272682923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-47675293181411696362009-12-06T19:41:27.490-05:002009-12-06T19:41:27.490-05:00That was very much like a 'poem' I spoke w...That was very much like a 'poem' I spoke with a group I led in NH yesterday. It is mesmerizing and builds with it's own power of truth. I love it. Thank you.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06559452416978486638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-45425954617057749792009-12-06T16:32:49.759-05:002009-12-06T16:32:49.759-05:00Robert,
That hit right to my heart!
Thank You.Robert,<br /><br />That hit right to my heart!<br /><br />Thank You.Betseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00742633110446263573noreply@blogger.com