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So real! As if visiting my next door neighbour…The simplicity of the words chosen by a complex mind such as yours is so charming!
Hayat, hello. You have been gone so long and it is a joy to see you back again. And thankyou for your gorgeous comment. After you read this one I broke it up with linebreaks to make it more song like, I hope, maybe. Hello, I missed your wonderful music,
Hmmm, a new perspective – but you see, he will pique her interest for the piano player’s hands maybe, perhaps, or not. I love the da-di-da of ‘Egyptian Cigarette’ oh and much more besides, of course.
And casting an eye over your new look page – I’m commenting but not particularly looking for attention – very shy I am, haha.
Oh no. You have embarrased me with your too quick mind again, Mary. I will change it. Whoops, thankyou,
‘Tis indeed true that anyone can write an introspection, and a maudlin one at that. But who has eyes that can truely turn about in the head and look inward? HMMMM?
Hell, you know me, I try all the time and all I get is drunken endeavor (but then again, what endeavor is worthy unless drunken)
This though is the Pual of familiar comfort, the shrapnal storyline of inuendo and alagory. I was worried when I read about the river, possessed by singular vision.
bluesy or maybe it’s because I’m simultaneously listening to the vpod’s “I put a spell on you.” Reminds me of Nina Simone. bluesy title and first line too.
Cocoyea, your band rocks! Did you see yourself in the Vodpod? I am going to buy the album too. You are a fantastic drummer,
Grace, thankyou. Have fun, my entire blogging philosophy. I changed the name back again. But the changes will keep coming. I am in a transformative mood, woohoo,
HI Paul, for some reason i wasn’t allowed to comment on your river poem, that was odd (the not being able to comment, not the poem, which i really enjoyed, specially the crabs).
Anyway i’ve given you a blog award, I know you might not be into that kind of thing, but come over to my blog anyway to find out more…
Janis Joplin and Casablanca, somehow. Very surreal, the way you make images and associations charge headlong into my brain, not to mention my fingers drumming on the table..
I read it today third time lucky, I finally got it 😦 … Gorgeous, my favorite “his gift was only in his hands” 🙂
Whoops, you have oscillated through the Takeshi-Kitano Nexus and emerged as Mental Mist again, yayaya,
Perfectly crafted and the result is a wash of a romantic memory. A wonderful dreamlike evocation in the same way that a dream doesn’t have an image but attaches the impression. I bet your dreams are peachy. 🙂
dreams can be like that–leaving a discrete impression, specific details which convince of its veracity
i am so curious about yellowdress. do you remember: Inana, you have the power to destroy that which can not be destroyed, and to set up that which can not be set up, said Enki.
i have a longing for mamu and those sounds again and a fear of the glimmering orb and the reflections. all those friends feel so far away and what we had was a true magic. You and she have carried on, coursing through chasms and falling, tumbling into deeper more real and sparkling versions of yourselves. I long for that drive, the flood-swell and the tumblenotes and yet
well, you write and you cast your nets and i squirm in the air~hauled catch and flicker back to the sea as the land.fear grips me and this sililoquay came unexpectedly and im unsure of its use, but it’s here now.
and so are you, Ebby. You are the most wonderful poet I have ever read, even this quick comment you have written is alive with an artist’s spirit and a poet’s intimacy with the language.
Does the yellow dress have anything to do with Deborah Lake’s play? Since if it does, red tulips and yellow dress gain a different meaning.(and brass brand)…
beautiful feels like some kind of word sculpture with unique placement a volume both inside and outdoors with music and primary color i can see clear as daylight and then inside darkened heartbeat place that feels the same while in picture contrast looks quite different
Not sure about the bracketed fifth line – breaking from image into concepts. I accept you need a bracketed line to match the near mirror image at the bottom but maybe go for something as sensual as the rest of the piece?
Thankyou. I’ll certainly take your feedback into consideration. It’s rare for someone to offer suggestions and it certainly helps me to understand the effect certain technical devices have, so a double thankyou.
“Red Tulips and yellow dress, around a pagoda and listening to brass brand” and within this loudness, there is the softness of “discrete caress, her laugh, ornate lattic work and making love in the dark”. I like the way of balance within this dream of yours.. tempering everything just so.
I think angels work harder at night, in the dark…You see, some of them stitched the dress for her and some other picked those tulips, and all presented you this music flavored dream…and they did not forget to blow an amazing fragrance into it:)
hi! missed you. i love the repetition and the circling and the way you still managed to say so much. my favorite part is the line “sight is not vision.”
I can swim in this feel. I like the continuing saga of the yellow dress. I can hardly wait until it meets the red balloon — coming soon to a theater within you. Thanks, Paul.
the passionate sincerity of this is so genteel, exquisite. no, sight is not vision … weird, if they’re right about sight being largely memory then this almost places them antithetically … one with limits, t’other free … and the poem energises both
So many wonderful comments, thankyou. I wish I still had time to answer them all individually but they do warm the cockles of my heart (whatever they may be). Thankyou.