I never enabled the comments on my poetry blog, because damn it, my poems are just too sensitive to have the comment sitting right there, sitting right there at the feet of the poems. Looking at them.
But by all means leave your comments here! Comment on any specific poem, or on a specific group of them, or just on the whole swathe at once. Because owing to that slight interpolation of distance I've set up, you can feel free to be as UNSPARINGLY CRITICAL as you please, in all your comments here, and my poems won't be the slightest bit put out! They never read my regular blog.
Poems can be kind of snooty.
But by all means leave your comments here! Comment on any specific poem, or on a specific group of them, or just on the whole swathe at once. Because owing to that slight interpolation of distance I've set up, you can feel free to be as UNSPARINGLY CRITICAL as you please, in all your comments here, and my poems won't be the slightest bit put out! They never read my regular blog.
Poems can be kind of snooty.
Comments
Yeah, I noticed it's been a little heavy in there lately? I thought I'd lighten the mood a bit by shooting my mouth off!
Plus who knows, maybe the gov't will take me up on the proposal. I'd make a great Secretary of Poetry.
Birthing one's self...YES!! Remarkable imagery. The salt water/womb metaphor. The pearl produced by adversity. I would have used the word nacre, though, which coats the sand to produce, ultimately, the pearl. Nacre seems to be the tears of the oyster, doesn't it? I really loved this poem. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for the comment.
People who always only ever sleep the same hours miss out on a lot of cool stuff.
Of course...people like me who have no problem sleeping 16 hours at a stretch given half a chance, also miss out on some stuff most likely!
I feel like the beach. Yes, the beach, I think. Who cares if the sun comes up behind me?
It's to l.o.l., man.
I'm no poet, but I do write short stories; and when I'm in need of inspiration, I come here. It's a well that never seems to run dry.
Thank you.
Sharon
I love short stories - a truly undervalued medium in the canon of literature! I'm working on a short-story collection myself.
At the rate I'm going, look for it to be done about 2035.
As for felicity, it means HAPPINESS, of course. Easy, if you know Latin.
I don't know Latin (well, only a bit), but the 19th century novelists that I'm passionately fond of use the word a lot.
I like sharp words, for some things.
I thought "felicity" meant something like hitting on the right word, too? But happiness is perhaps better than that. One would think. Still, there's nothing quite like hitting on the right word!
Art: "Hey baby."
Felicity: "Hi."
it clean - but your soul knows where your mind has been."
superb.
Mel ...
I should note, not necessarily apropos of that one, but in general of songs, poems:
I'm not always the "I" in the song. I could very well be the other person. Most of my most vicious quips are stealthily self-directed.
Huh. Maybe that's less of a comment, and more part of a post.
:-)
Sometimes isn't it frustrating not knowing who to thank for specific bits of the English language? Although - the Oxford English Dictionary does its best thorough job to trace back each word to its earliest known usages. I bet they could compile a slim, interesting volume of just the words where they're pretty sure the earliest known usage was also the person who coined it!
There'd be a lot of internetty stuff I'm sure, and also a lot of sciencey stuff going back a ways, but I bet they'd have plenty of regular words too going back all the way to Shakespeare. He'd probably get his own section!
Anyhow. I'd buy it. Maybe "slake" would be in there!
I doubt it, though. It's got that "mists of time" ring to it.
And thank you, for the idea!
Yes, I do believe they are part of me. Of course, a book is immortal as long as there are copies out there! I do sometimes feel the need to purchase another copy and burn it up afresh.
Do you ever read Billy Collins?
Not that you're like him ...
it's just that appreciation for everyday life and the layers of empathy in the first several poems I read that made me think of some of his work.
I like your voice.
That will cure you of liking my voice. Ahem.
Billy Collins, I don't believe I have! Could you recommend a place to start me looking? A collection of his, a particular poem, that would be a good entree to his work?
Often I rush off willy-nilly on a recommend - I always seem to pick the least representative place to start.
And I wanted to say..."me, too."
Yeah and about 150 years b$ our mentally weak friend and almost great storyteller Robert E. Howard took that down.
All of 'em pal. That's right, left, UpSide yo head and ring around your Purple Rose of TeXaS
Anonymously trUly Yors following Your xxxZZZooo.kicked.whatever
:)
That was carved to perfection Joe.
(I just wanted to say that, four what it's worth)
That was originally going to be a considerably longer poem, but suddenly it said: "STOP!"
"Go no further."