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Jim Doss
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Username: jimdoss

Post Number: 1906
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 12:06 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Point of Honor
...... Lynchburg

Dueling pistols no longer flash
in the sunlight. What stray bullets
fly here have nothing to do
with love or honor. Territory is everything.
The dandified gentlemen who faced
each in the morning sun have disappeared
into the mist that rises from the James
no different than two hundred years ago.

Chrome handlebars slide
through afternoon into night
peddled by boys talking on cell phones.
Dreadlocks snap
like whips in the wind.
Something exchanges hands
beneath the shadow of statues,
on street corners, through car windows.

In a private room
Caesar and Pompey drink
to their new partnership
watched over by the uneasy eyes
of minions – their destinies
of blood linked together
by the pearl-handled revolvers
tucked into their belts.


(Message edited by jimdoss on January 27, 2006)
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Christopher T George
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Username: chrisgeorge

Post Number: 3939
Registered: 12-2004
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 12:26 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Hi Jim

This is a nice meditation on the ironies of history. Good details throughout. I have to say though that since with the "dandified gentlemen" referenced at the beginning and the move to rasta-rap modernity, I did not grasp immediately that by "Caesar and Pompey" you might be referencing the Roman rivals, as now I assume you might be... rather because of the time periods so clearly described earlier, they sound more like black slave names. Just a point to consider from this reader's point of view. Possibly "private room" could be better described... a room in a fleapit dive or a low-rent apartment, or what? Jim, might you care to make it ebony-handled revolvers as a little tasty addition? :-)

Nice work, Jim.

Chris


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Jim Doss
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Post Number: 1909
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 1:14 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Chris,

Thanks for the suggestions. I wasn't sure if the reference to Ceasar and Pompey worked..... I meant it as a general historical illusions to friendships that turn into partnerships to acquire wealth and power, then into bitter rivalries.

Jim
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Emusing
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Username: emusing

Post Number: 2573
Registered: 08-2003
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 1:30 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

A good read. I would ditch the dueling pistols and being with:

Territory is everything.
What stray bullets fly [here]
have nothing to do
with love or honor.

I think you still make your point without the beginning image.

Something exchanges hands
beneath the shadow of statues,
on street corners, through car windows.

The atmosphere you create blends history with the present scene. I enjoyed this Jim.

E
LJ Cohen
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Username: ljc

Post Number: 3855
Registered: 07-2002
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 1:35 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Jim,

One nit here:

Chrome handlebars slide
through afternoon into night
peddled by boys talking on cell phones
whose dreadlocks snap
like whips in the wind.

The way it's set, the dreadlocks modify the cell phones. :-) Surely not the image you were striving for!

Perhaps:

Chrome handlebars slide
through afternoon into night.
Boys talk on cell phones,
their dreadlocks snappin
like whips in the wind.

I like the weaving of history and the present and it's good to see you back at wild, my friend.

best,
ljc
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Christopher T George
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Username: chrisgeorge

Post Number: 3942
Registered: 12-2004
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 2:08 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Hi Jim

Glad my comments helped. If you want to reference a rivalry you might go for Hamilton and Burr or else some other well known duellists in early America.

Chris
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michael julius sottak
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Username: julius

Post Number: 2019
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 3:01 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

for a chuckle... Alexander and Hamilton come to life... but also Anton Checkov.... and I ask you both, have you ever pointed a pistol at a man's head? it defines your life.
SplinterGroup
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Username: splinter

Post Number: 993
Registered: 11-2003
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 3:08 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

I don't know about what anybody else said this piece just makes me sad and a bit disgusted with modern times.
michael julius sottak
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Username: julius

Post Number: 2020
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 3:20 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

yikes,
I mean no harm in this...my friends
but to realize you are going to kill that sunofabitch before he kills you, and he's in your sights, and you know that you have no compunction about pulling the trigger, you have been given the order to shoot! but he is looking at you... you see everything in his eyes,
his wife, his children, everything, ... and your finger is on the trigger, but you sense there is nothing wrong,,, his eyes are pleading,
and he gently pulls back the blankets....... there is nothing but shrimp bait... and every man on both boats sinks to his knees
Karen L Monahan
Intermediate Member
Username: klhmonahan

Post Number: 666
Registered: 08-2004
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 3:35 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Hey Jim,

You received better thoughts concerning edits than I could give, so, I'll just add my admiration for your poetry. You have a wonderfully strong voice here, I was captured from the start. Well done!!
(((smile)))
Karen
Christopher T George
Senior Member
Username: chrisgeorge

Post Number: 3943
Registered: 12-2004
Posted on Tuesday, January 24, 2006 - 3:51 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Hi Julius

Sounds like you have the makings of another winner there, matey.

Chris
Editor, Desert Moon Review
http://www.desertmoonreview.com/
Co-Editor, Loch Raven Review
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http://christophertgeorge.blogspot.com/
michael julius sottak
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Username: julius

Post Number: 2021
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Wednesday, January 25, 2006 - 3:07 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Jim, Chris... sorry for barging in...(and I meant Hamilton & Burr)... I so often delight in a poem that sparks me, Jim... this one took me back to a chapter I will never forget...we were patrolling the anchorage perimeter of a Marine Amphibious Group... 6 ships, seven hundred of our Marines ashore, and the warning had come down from "on- high" that they were going to attempt a terrorist run on our ships, a fishing boat kept running into the perimeter of our anchorage. I was the closest boat & officer in charge... after running him off three times I was given the order by the Commodore & Captain, now both awake, to "blow those motherfuckers out of the water!" everything about the situation reeked like the raw sewage effulent from the City of Beriut...I told them I was going in for a look...but hysteria came back in reply, "blow those muthafuckas out of the water!!!"
I told my men to lock and load from behind the armor on the starbord side. Nichols was shouting at me, "You crazy muthafucka, you heard what they said!" I did, but it was my particular ass and I was going to hang no matter what happened...so I walked to the port side, with my 45 pointed at the helmsman's head... we were all dead anyway, if he was loaded with explosives...he wasn't...

just a goddamn fisherman...

one week later the "Beruit Hilton' was blown to pieces.1983....
Gary Blankenship
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Username: garyb

Post Number: 6426
Registered: 07-2001
Posted on Wednesday, January 25, 2006 - 8:00 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Jim, I want to play with this part

The dandified gentlemen
who faced each in the morning sun
have long disappeared into the mist
that rises from the James no different
than it did two hundred years ago.

I might

The dandified gentlemen who faced
each other in the morning sun
have long disappeared into mist
that rises from the James
as it did two hundred years ago.


Actually, I want it even shorter to get the main point quicker, probably that before also.

And a S break after ago and after windows.

Smiles.

Gary




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~M~
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Username: mjm

Post Number: 6456
Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Wednesday, January 25, 2006 - 12:18 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

An arresting piece of work, Jim. The juxtaposition of the past and the present here is stunning. I'm in agreement with most of the suggestions you have been given, but I'd like to add a nit of my own:

"Territory
is everything."

A bit too telling a statement. I believe the content of your piece shows this quite well. In my opinion, there is no need to actually state it. Welcome back -- you have been sorely missd around here.
M. Kathryn Black
Senior Member
Username: kathryn

Post Number: 3004
Registered: 09-2002
Posted on Thursday, January 26, 2006 - 5:49 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Jim, Excellent piece, well crafted.
Best, Kathryn
Kathy Paupore
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Username: kathy

Post Number: 2953
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Thursday, January 26, 2006 - 7:42 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Jim, nice to see you around here again. enjoyed the read. The new wild west!

:-) K
Jim Doss
Senior Member
Username: jimdoss

Post Number: 1913
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Friday, January 27, 2006 - 1:24 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

All,

Thanks for the comments and suggestions.

Jim
My books are available at http://www.lulu.com/jimdoss.
Visit Loch Raven Review at http://www.lochravenreview.net.
Read the latest Trakl translations at http://www.literaturnische.de/Trakl/english/index-trakl-e.htm.

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