tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100657.post7321322831249512497..comments2023-11-03T04:30:02.787-06:00Comments on the world's first unmanned flying desk set: after the rant cometh the poetryeditorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100657.post-7953417724320639352008-05-01T14:48:00.000-06:002008-05-01T14:48:00.000-06:00P.S. It also seemed like the narrator might be ta...P.S. It also seemed like the narrator might be talking to a personification of hope or expectation or a commitment of some kind (which would explain the reference to “promise”), but I discounted that reading on the assumption that you would favor concreteness rather than allegory.dkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00800156270296672889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100657.post-32303628323371122112008-05-01T08:57:00.000-06:002008-05-01T08:57:00.000-06:00I like the images in sections 2 through 4 and the ...I like the images in sections 2 through 4 and the sense of closure at the end. But I’m confused by the relationship between the narrator and the naratee. I can’t figure out who the “you” is. <BR/><BR/>Initially I thought it was an infant, but what infant does those sorts of things—reclines in an armchair, identifies the summer solstice, etc? One onto whom the narrator is projecting various actions and perspectives? Maybe; maybe not. <BR/><BR/>A lover, perhaps? That certainly punches up the last line. But for whatever reason, I don’t think so. The language is too, I don’t know exactly, languid? for that. <BR/><BR/>I’m not sure that that my confusion is a bad thing. There’s a slightly surrealistic feel to the images which argues against a literal-minded reading. It’s like you are troping archetypes or something. <BR/><BR/>So I guess my first question is, "To whom are you speaking?" And my second is, "Should it matter, or have I just missed the boat somehow?"dkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00800156270296672889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100657.post-60303567919405172822008-04-30T12:08:00.000-06:002008-04-30T12:08:00.000-06:00I'm always looking for feedback. Like when an ecli...I'm always looking for feedback. Like when an eclipse isn't working (it's being saved).editorgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100657.post-74401452533490991122008-04-30T01:38:00.000-06:002008-04-30T01:38:00.000-06:00Ah. That’s better. Are you interested in feedbac...Ah. That’s better. Are you interested in feedback, or would you prefer that we simply luxuriate in the beauty of the poem?dkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00800156270296672889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100657.post-21234433713591477542008-04-29T17:10:00.000-06:002008-04-29T17:10:00.000-06:00I was wondering the exact same thing! For a minut...I was wondering the exact same thing! For a minute I thought that I must have imagined it. But then I thought, “Nope. To dream up that sweet of a poem I’d have to be, well, a poet. Ha! Not much change of that.” So it must have been here after all. Here’s hoping that it reappears. I like an eclipse at the end of a poem, but not as the end of the poem.dkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00800156270296672889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100657.post-79352750737246180452008-04-29T14:22:00.000-06:002008-04-29T14:22:00.000-06:00whoa!! where are the poems???whoa!! where are the poems???Anna Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02376781793087491281noreply@blogger.com