tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post1129216045055958136..comments2023-06-17T04:09:19.944-05:00Comments on Bird in a Box: it's not that I don't love youMiss Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-19489330392318168552011-06-11T18:39:17.237-05:002011-06-11T18:39:17.237-05:00Thanks all.
Terresa. I see your point.
The first ...Thanks all.<br />Terresa. I see your point.<br />The first stanza isn't very "poetic", but it sets up the story in a way that is important to me--and I'd have to change the title (!)Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-13826553768687805252011-06-10T21:18:32.534-05:002011-06-10T21:18:32.534-05:00Your poem grips my stomach with its realistic expr...Your poem grips my stomach with its realistic expression of fear. I have felt it.Ann Grenierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501522748426995035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-69797976524441966142011-06-10T00:08:02.851-05:002011-06-10T00:08:02.851-05:00The last 3 stanzas are strong, the first one I wou...The last 3 stanzas are strong, the first one I would consider leaving out (that's just me).<br /><br />Overall, a stunning poem. I'm on my knees.*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-26740132947444670612011-06-08T21:50:04.761-05:002011-06-08T21:50:04.761-05:00claustrophobic is right.
love this, Miss Jane.claustrophobic is right.<br /><br />love this, Miss Jane.bruce dorlovahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01006724431838559504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-7935005104541961712011-06-08T15:45:44.592-05:002011-06-08T15:45:44.592-05:00Nicely done, love it!
Poverty PoemsNicely done, love it!<br /><br /><a href="http://marinelareka.com/?cat=1864" rel="nofollow">Poverty Poems</a>Marinelahttp://marinelareka.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-73463013545599013132011-06-07T13:13:46.730-05:002011-06-07T13:13:46.730-05:00So often it seems that with a glint of a shift, ju...So often it seems that with a glint of a shift, just one hair-breadth's shift, everything changes. What was invisible is visible. What was blinding is in shadow. What I feared was empowering.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-39816520438390687552011-06-06T07:54:02.791-05:002011-06-06T07:54:02.791-05:00No, its not that the speaker doesn't love, but...No, its not that the speaker doesn't love, but rather she can't, due to the scene invoked here, with all the chains of history intact --Always Back There is a room locked from the heart's side, a place of serious harm and damage; and getting out (for the poem's purposes, at least) is a matter of naming what's in there properly or sufficiently or ferally enough. The access changes with a word, with this black bouquet's spray of words. Nightmare of history or an episode from a history of nightmares, the frozen-stuck paralysis of the seizure is a form of crucifixion, isn't it? Paying for someone else's sins, "It is finished' bubbling out at incoherent glossalalia. The meaningless doppler of every meaningful word we try to come up with. And when,duh, the latch lifts so easily. Tell that to a fear. Convince that to an cornered intimacy. - BrendanBrendanhttp://blueoran.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-38232161163924877792011-06-05T20:49:26.534-05:002011-06-05T20:49:26.534-05:00Funny your poem and quiet claustrophobic.
I've...Funny your poem and quiet claustrophobic.<br />I've been watching lately a TV series where two men are helplessly trying to get out of a bus but they haven't yet managed to do it. And the most awkward thing is that they seem to be both paralised and unable to find how the handler works. And the bus is also on fire with intense flames almost reachind the gas tank. (Can you imagine the fire work? It's really one of those Hollywood nonsenses).<br />I'm not sure if their eyes still roll over but I'm sure their heads does. :) What an extraordinary coincidence. CheersParalelo Longehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13917916293705998600noreply@blogger.com