tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post7534285690215917946..comments2023-06-17T04:09:19.944-05:00Comments on Bird in a Box: you just have to foldMiss Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-60180484706458652792014-02-10T12:28:38.814-06:002014-02-10T12:28:38.814-06:00So amazing.So amazing.Iulia Flamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06962212081437398247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-89799148570075257312012-10-29T13:03:00.935-05:002012-10-29T13:03:00.935-05:00Thank you so much, erin. I cannot say. When I wr...Thank you so much, erin. I cannot say. When I wrote this it felt right, a revelatory journey I did not expect. I churn through all this stuff to get to the beginning. Yes. How odd it is. And I still don't know. And so I will write again. Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-38640042539707949242012-10-28T20:18:57.139-05:002012-10-28T20:18:57.139-05:00damn, but there is no right, no definitive, instea...damn, but there is no right, no definitive, instead: only ever dialogue, constantly evolving, without end.<br /><br />however, your end here is a sort of beginning, and the only resolution to be being - being the self. how peculiar, isn't it, jane, how we are on a journey back to ourselves? however did we lose ourselves, or is this the rite of being human?<br /><br />so good to read you again)))<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-80600900301284830622012-09-08T15:15:02.225-05:002012-09-08T15:15:02.225-05:00Thank you so much, Marion. Yes. Yes. The Hugo p...Thank you so much, Marion. Yes. Yes. The Hugo poem fits. How wonderful!Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-47265555680754285112012-09-08T09:27:17.212-05:002012-09-08T09:27:17.212-05:00I love your poem and the beautiful flow of it (tru...I love your poem and the beautiful flow of it (truly like a meandering river...) While reading, I thought of a few lines from a life-changing Richard Hugo poem I read many moons ago: "The Towns We Know and Leave Behind, The Rivers We Carry with Us""<br /><br />"I forget the names of towns without rivers.<br />A town needs a river to forgive the town.<br />Whatever river, whatever town –<br />it is much the same.<br />The cruel things I did I took to the river.<br />I begged the current: make me better."<br /><br />Your poem made me feel better for the reading. That is no small thing. I'm happy to meet you. My name is Marion. xoMarionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-89525097883567086892012-09-06T20:52:01.395-05:002012-09-06T20:52:01.395-05:00Thank you, Claudia. I appreciate your reading. I...Thank you, Claudia. I appreciate your reading. I had some difficulty formatting this one. It's a bit long and rambling, reflecting what I've been reading. I wanted to see if I could write down my thoughts as they came and still make something readable.Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-60817183902839058502012-09-05T14:25:04.197-05:002012-09-05T14:25:04.197-05:00just love this...the way your thoughts wander and ...just love this...the way your thoughts wander and how you take us with you through such difficult themes like love and life and dreams and why we are who we are, what we're thankful for and yeah rachmaninov...he's never for the easy going...too difficult for me.. Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-14380278015130625792012-09-04T19:24:18.337-05:002012-09-04T19:24:18.337-05:00Thank you, rosaria.Thank you, rosaria.Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880716367641540716.post-22853106108257539272012-09-04T15:51:29.587-05:002012-09-04T15:51:29.587-05:00I've become the girl at the end of your conver...I've become the girl at the end of your conversation, a character in your dialogues, so thick this is with desire, longing,loneliness.<br /><br />This,<br />MssJane is what poems do.<br />Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.com