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Author: hanuman
ASL Info:    3 score & 10 & some!
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Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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This poem recaptures through the legend of Theseus and the Minotaur the trials and tribulations of my friend, Quentin, as he struggles with the later effects of two cancers. I have posted this poem before when he was first diagnosed. The quality of his life is now utterly miserable. He can no longer walk unaided. He is doubly incontinent. He's on enough painkillers to knock out a horse, but often his pain medication is not sufficient. Despite all this, he is not miserable. He can't work, but he does write to try and maintain his independence. This is unashamedly a plug that you consider visiting his website ( and taking a look about the book he has written "A Bloke's Guide to Nutrition". He is the most brilliant man I know and here is a gift to help the bloke in your life (or the inner bloke in all of you) to have a healthier, happier future.
To see my other poems about Quentin, check out:


Theseus sailed across the blue Aegean Sea
With his childhood friends,
To sacrifice to the cruel king,
To face his nemesis
In the labyrinth of his genes.

Lapis lazuli eyes were painted on the prow
To steer through storm and see through night
And navigate his chromosomes.

Theseus enters the maze of fate
To meet his Minotaur,
The monster we all must face
In some dark alley at some dead end.

He must walk all corridors of pain,
Try each and every door,
Although nearly all of them
Will lead to hidden guillotines,
Acid baths, piranha pools
Or bottomless pits.

Ariadne, where art thou Princess?
Bare breasted Minoan girl,
Who spun his tenuous thread of life
From the fleece of the golden ram.

You gave him the ball of wool
Which unraveled cell by cell
As he unwound his way towards his Minotaur.

Theseus may kill the beast.
That was always a figment of his fear.
He may walk out of the labyrinth
With shorn hair and snow white skin,
Transformed, translucent,
His broken blade smoking with black blood.

He will follow Ariadne’s thread
Through the twists and turns of grief,
Through recapitulation,
Through the fast rewind of his life.

He will stand once more
On the shores of the blue Aegean Sea,
As the black sails of his ship
Crack, and fill with the freshening breeze.

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  Hey, I reckon jojocrab (below) has here recorded the archetypal ES comment. Makes me ashamed of my own efforts.

When we meet one of the heroes, we realize better what the legends are about?
| Posted on 2009-06-11 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
  very strong wording , good structure , read some poems I written
| Posted on 2009-03-28 00:00:00 | by JoJoCrab | [ Reply to This ]

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