Hi! Please feel free to post your comments about my poetry blog, "A Pocketful Of Poesy" in this post's comments queue. You can post about the poems in general, or certain poems in particular, or poetry itself, and I'll be happy to respond and discuss.
However, I also have an announcement! After years of heel-dragging, and minutes of post-epiphany deliberation, I decided to enable the comments right there on A Pocketful Of Poesy. In the past I have kept the comments turned off, and provided a separate thread (the old thread) for comments.
The reason I never enabled comments before was that I was uncomfortable having discussion right underneath the poem, that would tend to circumscribe its interpretation. It just gave me the heeby-jeebies, the very idea of that. And so, I didn't enable comments.
But it suddenly just occurred to me that other peoples' comments were not the problem. Comments from me would be the only problem!
See, I am pretty responsive to comments in general, and I have a sincere tendency to bolster what truth I see in what someone says (which nicely complements my wicked devil's advocate habit). Now that serves me fine for most purposes, but me chiming in supporting various interpretations for a poem is only going to give people the wrong idea: that other interpretations might not also be valid. For some reason, people think the writer's remarks on something they've written are more authoritative than other valid interpretations that can be supported from within the text. That's a fallacy I have no wish to shore up!
Solution: keep myself out of the comments. As long as I do that, I don't have a worry about any aspect of the process. So: comments are now open! Right under the poems! Or, for those who wish to leave a comment that I might respond to, you can use this thread just as many had used the old thread.
My thanks to those of you who have repeatedly requested I turn on the comments, only to be rebuffed because I couldn't find a way to make it comfortable. I'm as sensitive about my poems as a peacock about its tail, to paraphrase Flannery O'Connor, who raised peacocks, but was not talking about poems.