tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post4771558166465759533..comments2023-10-15T04:14:55.278-07:00Comments on Old Mossy Moon: THIS VAGUE FEELINGK.Lawson Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-91198324739384912372010-10-03T06:51:21.180-07:002010-10-03T06:51:21.180-07:00Rick - I am so very happy to hear from you. Thank...Rick - I am so very happy to hear from you. Thank you for such a nice comment. I know you have been very busy working on your book. I'm anxious to hear what you have been up to with your writing. I'll be over to see you soon.K.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-84198594017188163202010-10-02T11:42:28.760-07:002010-10-02T11:42:28.760-07:00This is really a lovely poem, K. It's a capti...This is really a lovely poem, K. It's a captive spirit.Rickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546882686381428986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-86663445109958505982010-09-26T17:01:24.522-07:002010-09-26T17:01:24.522-07:00Hi Terry... er...not yet...but I am working on sen...Hi Terry... er...not yet...but I am working on sending some things out. Thanks for reminding me and for your compliments! I do appreciate it so much. :)K.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-45778346358606520762010-09-24T18:49:16.040-07:002010-09-24T18:49:16.040-07:00So, did you submit it or not? Why not?
unorthodox...So, did you submit it or not? Why not?<br /><br />unorthodox one, I salute you. The world needs no more cookie cutters, but mold breakers, and you are one.<br /><br />Have you submitted it yet?@okieprofhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16086009522200494002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-54945937953499852082010-09-17T16:21:16.431-07:002010-09-17T16:21:16.431-07:00Jules - I can't thank you enough for the astut...Jules - I can't thank you enough for the astute thoughts. I know this was somewhat obscure...but honestly, I love writing ambiguously. I believe it is how I think - lol! Thank you, my friend and versifier!K.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-65029254732719345232010-09-17T15:13:11.984-07:002010-09-17T15:13:11.984-07:00Brilliant and beautiful, Kaye. On each read, I am...Brilliant and beautiful, Kaye. On each read, I am struck by the smells. Figs, blood, turpentine, mildew, wet paint. They are all strong smells and work powerfully. The wet paint on an unfinished painting is especially vivid. I feel like an unfinished painting, but I suppose we all do. That’s what we all are.<br /><br />The second to the last stanza is also brilliant. I love how the rhythm and power of the voice builds to “And there is not/ an infinite number /of stars in the sky…” It feels like a powerful stamping of the foot and juxtaposes so beautifully with the vague feeling.<br /><br />I enjoyed it very much!Juliehttp://juliebuff.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-9461524512154031002010-09-15T17:36:16.120-07:002010-09-15T17:36:16.120-07:00Karen - I know - Blogger has been very erratic rec...Karen - I know - Blogger has been very erratic recently. <br /><br />Thanks for checking back in and leaving another comment. I do apprecaite it. Thanks, too, for your unwavering support of my poetry. It means the world to me.K.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-70318732427629653672010-09-15T17:16:54.069-07:002010-09-15T17:16:54.069-07:00Well,I see that my comment has disappeared, so it&...Well,I see that my comment has disappeared, so it's been said. Grrr to Blogger!<br /><br />I will just mention the brilliance of this entire poem - the fig and blood encrusted lips, sticky sweet and bloody; that's how it feels sometimes, exactly. Your mind -- toiling and tendrilling always seems to find something on which to catch and hold.<br /><br />You are an amazing poet, Kay. You never fail to inspire awe.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-49702177109265222672010-09-14T15:50:21.571-07:002010-09-14T15:50:21.571-07:00Jason - there's always the weight, isn't t...Jason - there's always the weight, isn't there? Thank you.<br /><br /><br />Vesper - Yes, the feeling of poetry - and art, so closely linked, almost one and the same. Thanks, as always for your clear perception. You always seem to know my inner thoughts.<br /><br /><br />Jinksy - yes, "the feeling of poetry brewing" is exactly what I wrote about here. And you are right, just out of reach until - it all comes spilling out in poetic form. Many thanks for the insightful comment.<br /><br /><br />Terry - How can I thank you for such a fine compliment. I am glad this reached you on a deeper level. I would be happy to have a conversation about poetry, my approach and method, as unorthodox as it is. Thanks again!<br /><br /><br />Joaquin - Gosh....thanks!! Yes, it is a poem brewing, or thoughts stirring around in my head...but(!)<br />The obscurities here stem from realities. Those references are bits of things that I have stuck in my brain. Sometimes, they just coagulate to form one big notion or concept. Your careful study is so appreciated.<br /><br /><br />Sheila, Art imitates life - Life imitates art. Thank you!K.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-4669598809983019242010-09-14T15:33:25.267-07:002010-09-14T15:33:25.267-07:00What an odd coincidence. I bought a basket of figs...What an odd coincidence. I bought a basket of figs a few days ago - I absolutely love them - and was sitting in front of my easel noticing the contrast between the sweet dusky smell of them, and the sharpness woodsy smell of the turps. My chair however, after sitting unused for weeks, was grey with mildew. I had to take it outside to clean it. Your vision sounds very disturbing, taking these ordinary elements out my day and shifting them into some vaguely nightmarish place.<br />Thanks for stopping by. I'm moving to a new address - http://secretpoemstls.blogspot.com/<br />and hope to see you there.Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11908332538776254864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-12632499150092677712010-09-14T13:42:05.548-07:002010-09-14T13:42:05.548-07:00wow, k.
you knocked this one into next week.
i ...wow, k. <br /><br />you knocked this one into next week.<br /><br />i can also see this as the brewing of a poem - but then "any other vision in life" opens it up to all kinds of possibility.<br /><br />i love how this is full of both ambiguity and immediacy - the "tendrilling" of thougts through such vivid and piquant sights and scents - and "spinning and shining - / like dying martyrs, / and like living lovers," is mesmerizing. <br /><br />i think this is one of those poems that unfolds a little more each time through. just - wow.joaquin carvelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03193680725157157864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-62257437191382957842010-09-14T06:54:24.053-07:002010-09-14T06:54:24.053-07:00Your words, thoughts, images disturb me, reading d...Your words, thoughts, images disturb me, reading deep inside for something I did not know was there, I have to read and reread, wondering at all the levels of emotion and meaning in so few words.<br /><br />I'm fascinated and study by how writers write, and wish I could talk with you about how such a work of art comes to pass. I wouldn't want to invade privacy, but I'm mystified by how you do this. I understand struggling with watercolor and prose, and know a little about when craft transcends art. I suppose jazz musicians do the same as you have done here. A marvel to be reread, pondered, and wondered.<br /><br />PS--submit it to the New Yorker, please, this week.<br /><br />Terry@okieprofhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16086009522200494002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-23811527789682114802010-09-14T06:52:06.575-07:002010-09-14T06:52:06.575-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.@okieprofhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16086009522200494002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-66126673512933407102010-09-14T01:15:36.505-07:002010-09-14T01:15:36.505-07:00You've described the feeling of a poem brewing...You've described the feeling of a poem brewing, I think - tantalisingly out of reach until it crystalizes into words when the time is right!Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-63555157503452594432010-09-13T18:55:37.025-07:002010-09-13T18:55:37.025-07:00Wouldn't this feeling be poetry?...
The image...Wouldn't this feeling be poetry?...<br /><br />The images of your uncertainty are rich in hauntings, Kaye... So very beautiful...Vesperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12417602625059442986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748260389102735677.post-8883067319579758572010-09-13T05:17:00.161-07:002010-09-13T05:17:00.161-07:00I feel the march of time and the weight of the unf...I feel the march of time and the weight of the unfinished.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com