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J9th commented on: your name starts with a C by blissfully_yours 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Sorry for the second entry: My bad, hit enter when I wasn's s'posed to. That in no way invalidates my admiration for the poem. [ go to comment ]
J9th commented on: your name starts with a C by blissfully_yours 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Nice use of the letter "C." : Nice use of the letter "C." Reminds me of Wallace Stevens' poem, "The Comedian As The Letter C." [ go to comment ]
sweetwater commented on: Musing In A Shady Wood. by sweetwater 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Thank you so much :-) I read: Thank you so much :-) I read this out loud to see if it sounded right when read, boy did I trip over those S's! Thats the most diabolical thing about my poem. sue. :-) [ go to comment ]
J9th commented on: Musing In A Shady Wood. by sweetwater 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Excellent imagery. and also: Excellent imagery. and also the sibilance of the several words with "s" in them---that made me think of the sound of breezes moving through the trees. I also thought of a passage from John Milton's Paradise Lost, in which he used sibilance to great effect (but, unlike your poem, the Miltonic passage was describing some diabolical aspects). [ go to comment ]
J9th commented on: July 10th, 1976 by J-C4113D 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Thank you. You always know: Thank you. You always know what to write, and when to write it---which makes your comments more than just gestures. And your timing is impeccable. [ go to comment ]
patriciajj commented on: July 10th, 1976 by J-C4113D 2 years 13 weeks* ago* It was a pleasure being: It was a pleasure being transported back to 1976 and seeing this momentous day from that large window on the back of a Pinto (owned one briefly myself) as the stars burned through the Eastern sky. With disarming honesty and tangible details that brought that era to life, you spotlighted the beginning of your evolution—the beginning of everything that is truly important. Well done, J9th! [ go to comment ]
patriciajj commented on: Minnow Leaves Series by djtj 2 years 13 weeks* ago* You took something ordinary: You took something ordinary and made it extraordinary by infusing the image with deep meaning, symbolism and emotion. Here, there is the thrill transformation and the birth of a new season, symbolizing the phases of life. A brilliant contemplation. This promises to be an amazing series. [ go to comment ]
patriciajj commented on: Fragment by jaela 2 years 13 weeks* ago* A brilliant introspection: A brilliant introspection that took deep self-awareness and great courage to compose. Welcome back, dear poet! [ go to comment ]
life_used_to_be... commented on: Departure by RainerBukowski 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Someday, I would count myself: Someday, I would count myself a fortunate soul to be able to capture a thing as you do. [ go to comment ]
crypticbard commented on: Three by Seeker 2 years 13 weeks* ago* S3 particularly got to me,: S3 particularly got to me, the initial thought that arrived was the proverbial writing on the 'stone' wall. A conflation of thought, it would appear. But then grass and stone with etching on it brings a picture of gravestones which even at a fleeting perusal rarely says much if anything of 'what once was.' And there begins the rabbit trail of thoughts and musings; which followed by S5 and S9 brings the mind to bear upon the focus of passing on when the time has come. Thank you for sharing a thought provoking poem. [ go to comment ]
crypticbard commented on: Untitled by peacebrotha522 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Learning and education are: Learning and education are indeed a lifelong process to engage in. To stop learning, it is has been said, is to stop growing. And it could also mean that we lose our foothold and habitation in peace. Thanks for sharing. [ go to comment ]
Starward commented on: Dim by metaphorist 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Reading this, my heart goes: Reading this, my heart goes out to you, and I hope the dimness is chased away by sunlight through the day and starlight through the night. [ go to comment ]
J9th commented on: ALL CAPS by pamschwetz 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Back in the 1920's, Estlin: Back in the 1920's, Estlin Cummings demonstrated that a Poet's typography is a personal choice, and does not negatively effect the reading experience for those who read with an open mind. But many of us, myself included, have to "get used" to this aspect. During my sophomore undergrad year, I was so excited to learn that H.D., the imagist Poet, did not capitalize the first letter of the first word of each line, unless it was the grammatical beginning of a sentence. I found this excitingly liberating for my own poems. If I remember correctly, most Greek and Roman inscriptions---those that have survived from the ancient world---featured capitalization of each letter. If that suited them, why should it not suit those who read the poems of a Poet who has chosen that format? Readers of your poetry should, perhaps, concentrate more on the content of your poems, and less on the typography by which you deliver that content. [ go to comment ]
J9th commented on: AUNT PATRICIA'S FARM by chris 2 years 13 weeks* ago* This poem which, from your: This poem which, from your notes designate as fictive, reminded me of my paternal grandparents' rural residence where I spent some of the most happy moments of my childhood. My grandparents had spent their own childhoods on family farms; and, though they did not farm themselves, their property, which was still rural, northward of one of our county's most senior villages (it had been settled before just after the separation from England). They kept no animals, but the property was still so farmlike in its appearance. Your poem also reminded me of James Whitcomb Riley's poem, "Out To Old Aunt Mary's," although your poem is more compact, and less verbose, than his. [ go to comment ]
J9th commented on: July 9th, 1976 by J-C4113D 2 years 13 weeks* ago* Their adoption of me was a: Their adoption of me was a great and gracious kindness. My birth parents were high school students; my birth father went on to become a murderer, seventeen years after I was born. My adopted parents provided a very good life for me, and gave me a surname that has a magnificent history---both in this country and in England. (One of my adopting father's distant cousins was an astronomer and discovered a galaxy.) But my adopting parents' expectations were burdens to me, and I knew from as early as kindergarten that they were disappointed in me, as I continually frustrated or failed those expectations. Their heavyhandedness was a result of the influence of my mother's relatives. My father's parents repeatedly objected to it. My parents were obsessive about "keeping up" with my mother's sibs---economically and socially. Their attempt to control me after I reached statutory adulthood was consistent with the behavior of my mother's sibs toward their own children. My Pinto was a gift, in autumn of 1975, from my father. It had no frills (like A/C or FM radio), but was an adequate ride. My father objected to the installation of the c.b., as he felt it devalued the car's resale or trade-in value. The bucket seats, and the emergency brake lever between them made for difficulties "making out" (like during all those drive-in movies we attended that summer) but even this could be managed adequately. Thank you for commenting, I appreciate it very much. [ go to comment ]