tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post4889186866674735895..comments2022-11-21T06:29:00.562-08:00Comments on crying wolf,laughing octopus.raging raven: Sweet Surrendervelvetwoodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405796981199075105noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post-60614189971921545452009-10-13T03:27:44.596-07:002009-10-13T03:27:44.596-07:00I'll have to get you to write a poem for my su...I'll have to get you to write a poem for my sugar company! ;) he he (Oh, unless you have read my comment to your comment on my blog post I guess this doesn't make since. . . I don't really have a sugar company but I can draw a Sweet drawing and you can write a Sweet poem.) <br />;)<br />AmyAmy Perrottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11946804418017433711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post-14977401580610630422009-10-10T05:42:20.321-07:002009-10-10T05:42:20.321-07:00I'm also finding these lines arousing:
"...I'm also finding these lines arousing:<br /><br />"Drink my caffeinated heart <br />Crystallized form in motion, unable to sleep...."<br /><br />And your use of alliteration really pulls the rhythm together and focuses your distinct voice, which seems evident in the rest of your work. <br /><br />I'm glad I strayed over here from your other blog--Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post-54177914935882175702009-09-28T14:45:42.142-07:002009-09-28T14:45:42.142-07:00I love your poetry. I loved the picture you sent ...I love your poetry. I loved the picture you sent to Attika SOS. Its on their web page :) <br /><br />I'm at my grandparents right now. Its wonderful to see them. My computer at home has been doing many strange things. I can't leave comments on many blogs, (including both of yours) but I do visit you and loved your garden wall art xxJasminehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07101808317736275755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post-54617597169011816602009-09-24T07:27:09.501-07:002009-09-24T07:27:09.501-07:00this sucks so much !!!this sucks so much !!!Caio Fernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11592097138751108428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post-53641608853059898522009-09-07T09:22:06.797-07:002009-09-07T09:22:06.797-07:00I've never read that book, but my fiance is a ...I've never read that book, but my fiance is a fan. I love this alliteration--state of relatively suspended sensory. Your poem reminds me of one of my favorites by Sylvia Plath:<br /><br />Insomniac<br /><br />The night is only a sort of carbon paper,<br />Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars<br />Letting in the light, peephole after peephole ---<br />A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.<br />Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus<br />He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness<br />Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.<br /><br />Over and over the old, granular movie<br />Exposes embarrassments--the mizzling days<br />Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,<br />Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,<br />A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.<br />His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.<br />Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.<br /><br />He is immune to pills: red, purple, blue ---<br />How they lit the tedium of the protracted evening!<br />Those sugary planets whose influence won for him<br />A life baptized in no-life for a while,<br />And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.<br />Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods.<br />Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good.<br /><br />His head is a little interior of grey mirrors.<br />Each gesture flees immediately down an alley<br />Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance<br />Drains like water out the hole at the far end.<br />He lives without privacy in a lidless room,<br />The bald slots of his eyes stiffened wide-open<br />On the incessant heat-lightning flicker of situations.<br /><br />Nightlong, in the granite yard, invisible cats<br />Have been howling like women, or damaged instruments.<br />Already he can feel daylight, his white disease,<br />Creeping up with her hatful of trivial repetitions.<br />The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,<br />And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,<br />Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post-8905152631216182552009-09-06T08:38:59.100-07:002009-09-06T08:38:59.100-07:00beautiful imagery...you've described how I fee...beautiful imagery...you've described how I feel when I can't sleepBridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16456034013277975591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post-15970010225146272932009-09-05T07:22:30.672-07:002009-09-05T07:22:30.672-07:00Thank you Jenny. I borrowed this line -In the infi...Thank you Jenny. I borrowed this line -In the infinitely friendly world of soma-holiday.<br />It's from Aldous Huxley's Brave new world.<br />I wanted to use soma as my dream holiday and sleep as my travel agent.velvetwoodshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11405796981199075105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474173651736895316.post-22250954014050445172009-09-05T05:32:21.837-07:002009-09-05T05:32:21.837-07:00This is both sensually and powerfully written. “Dr...This is both sensually and powerfully written. “Drink my caffeinated heart/Crystallized form in motion, unable to sleep” – brilliant! There is an edge to your poetry as well and I really appreciate that. The structure is also smooth.Jenny https://www.blogger.com/profile/17128326064445770505noreply@blogger.com