tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post458517855235834615..comments2023-06-17T04:09:19.944-05:00Comments on Bird in a Box: Alone I fell twistedMiss Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-91619701264691801572011-06-04T17:53:20.791-05:002011-06-04T17:53:20.791-05:00Erin,
Hi!
I am so very grateful for being able to ...Erin,<br />Hi!<br />I am so very grateful for being able to share with you. Reading your blog gives me the courage and inspiration to write more freely, and, I hope, more deeply.<br />Thank You.Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-78309727465293458552011-06-04T17:49:10.784-05:002011-06-04T17:49:10.784-05:00Brendan.
I thought that this was rather transparen...Brendan.<br />I thought that this was rather transparent. I guess I should know better.<br />I was jacked up from writing "The Strong Clasp" and a couple of glasses of Carmenère wine and feeling giddy. I felt that I wanted to gift you with a poem. I fell asleep and dreamed this up. I see it as a dramatization (broadly embellished) of the MySpace experience--Alice in MySpace?<br /><br />Your friendship there meant so much to me. Of course, you didn't leave because I exposed my plurasexed ways to you, but it seemed like a fine line. I valued you as a colleague, but we talked and wrote about sex. Sex & Gender roles is an area of confusion and wounding for me and I needed to work that out, among other issues . . . .<br /><br />And here we all are in this space, telling our stories and wanting others to acknowledge us and hear their stories and wondering, wondering. <br /><br />I certainly didn't mean this to be vicious, but I was uneasy of how it would be read.<br /><br />MySpace seemed like Drama Central, a big parade of it, at least it was for me. <br />But it was also a huge opportunity to open up, and I did, and I wrote as I never had before.<br /><br />The wife stuff is something I remember feeling from your writing.<br />Every now and then something about your wife would crop up and I remember it being a gasping, heart-breaking feeling for me. It seemed to shine so true, beyond all your blue dream merladies, and I felt a pang of envy, that that kind of love I had never felt from someone else in my own life--<br /><br />Does that make sense?Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-90507646097528683622011-06-04T17:20:44.918-05:002011-06-04T17:20:44.918-05:00Ruth.
Thank you. Yes, it is/was startling to me a...Ruth.<br />Thank you. Yes, it is/was startling to me as well--poems that tumbled out and I was astonished at what I'd drawn.<br />The Strong Clasp came, well, the title anyway, from a Rilke poem, Perlen Entrollen. I had become fascinated with the phrase: starke Schließe, die sie verhielte, Geliebte.<br />(roughly translated to "strong clasp, which would hold it back, Beloved.")<br />It was surprising to me to see the drama unfold with me as the adulterer, already tagging myself as guilty in the first stanza.Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-76661563582348436542011-06-03T16:47:24.307-05:002011-06-03T16:47:24.307-05:00Terresa.
Thanks for noticing the palazzo pants.
I&...Terresa.<br />Thanks for noticing the palazzo pants.<br />I've been hoarding that image for awhile and hadn't meant for it to go in this piece, but it fit so well . . . .<br />Does anyone else hoard imagery and squirrel circle little thoughts about a possible poem for days, months, years and then suddenly squander it (lines/words/images) on something new that pops up?Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-56829443807345440692011-06-03T10:08:59.360-05:002011-06-03T10:08:59.360-05:00jane. each time i'm left standing like a dope...jane. each time i'm left standing like a dope on your carpet with my hands out like i've lost my keys. see me? <br /><br />gender winds like a scarf on a neck<br />lost in a crowd<br />i love this<br /><br />the story is perfection, the telling - beyond.<br /><br />(i'm usually one post behind in reading because it takes me this long with your writing. i have to sit with it.)<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-52130122887171285942011-06-01T07:48:11.877-05:002011-06-01T07:48:11.877-05:00"Eros is a mighty daemon," Diotima tole ..."Eros is a mighty daemon," Diotima tole Socrates in "Symposium." The seeress of Mantinea saw more than chaste Socrates (in Plato's hand) could accept. You were the only one who responded directly to the original image with that post in something other than a giggle. The sear of nakedness on a hot day at the beach seemed archetypal to me--sexual but in some old-school religious way -- but I guessed that overexposure to that image, that perfection, had darkened our cultural opinions and devotions. Age changes plenty, too. But I think you divined the source--and thirst-- of it: And came around to this, which I don't fully understand but still dig the deep blue vibe of it. - BrendanBrendanhttp://blueoran.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-69964855992972726762011-06-01T06:05:03.654-05:002011-06-01T06:05:03.654-05:00The writing here and in "The Strong Clasp&quo...The writing here and in "The Strong Clasp" is startling and fantastic. I hate the pain you have been feeling, but this writing is phenomenal. Power on. There are too many wonders to list them, but know that I appreciate these two poems very much and will turn to them for study and teaching.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-22435148241722022782011-06-01T01:24:27.115-05:002011-06-01T01:24:27.115-05:00The imagery here is breathtaking bold, beautiful.
...The imagery here is breathtaking bold, beautiful.<br /><br />"twining the rose<br />wet conch of my lips<br />around my hot fingers" <br /><br />Brendan has it right, wowzer!<br /><br />PS: Palazzo pants, the details here, perfect.*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-57956999124076606082011-05-31T17:44:50.084-05:002011-05-31T17:44:50.084-05:00I wanted to dedicate this to you, but, uh, . . .
m...I wanted to dedicate this to you, but, uh, . . .<br />maybe that would have been too weird.<br />I felt like such a shit after I left my crap comment on your Playalinda piece. This piece was spawned from that--well, maybe just the original visuals.<br />Thanks for reading.Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-76433209483212362132011-05-31T10:18:24.396-05:002011-05-31T10:18:24.396-05:00Wowzer. Can something be so voluptuous and vicious...Wowzer. Can something be so voluptuous and vicious at the same time? The speaker is so gorgeously plurasexed that the "brother in arms" flees in what I take to be utter confusion.Leaving behind a florid wasteland of devastation. The wildness here is rapt and mad. - BrendanBrendanhttp://blueoran.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com