tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post8955338046487355059..comments2023-12-13T03:19:15.138-08:00Comments on The Drift Record : For The Poetry Stretch: Monet's Woman with a ParasolUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-63250885175924489432009-04-23T17:49:00.000-07:002009-04-23T17:49:00.000-07:00Dr. Patel - That sounds intriguing. You can reach ...Dr. Patel - That sounds intriguing. You can reach me at this email address: <br />jlarios2007@gmail.comJulie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-5430418893694732372009-04-23T17:44:00.000-07:002009-04-23T17:44:00.000-07:00Julie Larios,
I'd like to consider publishing your...Julie Larios,<br />I'd like to consider publishing your poem Frontotemporal Dementia in a book I am preparing with the working title: the Neuropsychiatry of Poetry. Let's talk,<br />Richard M. Patel, MDRichard M. Patel, MDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18115926804615566070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-6292902004370829222009-04-18T13:35:00.000-07:002009-04-18T13:35:00.000-07:00I read your poem yesterday, then wanted to come ba...I read your poem yesterday, then wanted to come back and read again today. Jane Yolen's linked haikus, too. I am treasuring Poetry Friday more and more. Poetry Friday becomes Poetry Saturday, Poetry Sunday ... Thank you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-84499084537967819642009-04-18T13:24:00.000-07:002009-04-18T13:24:00.000-07:00Julie, the photo is from the East coast--Wonderlan...Julie, the photo is from the East coast--Wonderland on Mount Desert Island, ME. One of my favorite places--the rocks, the blueberries, the rocks! More pictures can be found in <A HREF="http://fiddler42.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-in-name.html" REL="nofollow">my very first blog post</A>, from August of last year.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09399801831076566326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-53032299702179792832009-04-18T11:08:00.000-07:002009-04-18T11:08:00.000-07:00Sara - I agree, it would be such fun to camp out a...Sara - I agree, it would be such fun to camp out at the Met! <br /><br />Imagine how wonderful would be at night, all silent, no other people? I'd take s sleeping bag & a pillow & just wander around in my pj's, and I'd settle down for the night in the big hall of Egyptian art & see what spirits visited me. <br /><br />Jane - that's a lovely haiku series....and doesn't the vaulting look a little like the bone structure of a bird's (or angel's) wing? (Hmmmm....Do angels need bones?...Interesting....) <br /><br />Fiddler - thanks for your nice comment. And I have to say that the photo which accompanies your post looks like Rosario Beach on Whidbey Island, but you don't live out this direction (Pacific NW) so where is it..it doesn't look like a Massachusettes beach....??? <br /><br />Andromeda - glad you enjoyed it. Thanks. <br /><br />Mary Lee - Oh, good - the jolt at the end is just what I was going for. <br /><br />Lisa - Summer, yes - that's what the yellow did to me. Light, heat.Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-80519161757209989142009-04-18T07:25:00.000-07:002009-04-18T07:25:00.000-07:00I feel summer radiating out of your words. Lovely!...I feel summer radiating out of your words. Lovely!Lisa Chellmanhttp://lisachellman.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-1116441997624203012009-04-18T03:28:00.000-07:002009-04-18T03:28:00.000-07:00Wow.
Thanks for taking me to the museum this morn...Wow. <br />Thanks for taking me to the museum this morning and letting my eyes see this painting through yours. I was almost physically jolted back from the painting by the guard at the end. (I've been known to get to close and even to get caught touching...)<br /><br />Her eyes. No escaping those eyes. And her burning center.<br /><br />As for the vaulting, I saw palm fronds before I scrolled down and read! But angel wings...much better. Especially when they flutter away...Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-36615177164453127932009-04-17T07:07:00.000-07:002009-04-17T07:07:00.000-07:00Oh my soul! what a poem. This part really knocked ...Oh my soul! what a poem. This part really knocked me down:<br /><br />"the air becomes unlike any breathed variety, her blue-on-white sleeve canaries and flutters, shining. It’s a moment of burning – but you find the unshaded point that will let you in, the vulnerable point<br />of convergence. You’re as scared as the child "<br /><br />and jane's haiku - *gasp*<br /><br />Thank your for starting us off like this!Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-48367689753074154232009-04-17T06:14:00.000-07:002009-04-17T06:14:00.000-07:00Julie, wow. At the risk of gushing, I want to say...Julie, wow. At the risk of gushing, I want to say that reading your poetry reminds me of watching Itzahk Perlman play the violin--there is a gracefulness and seeming-effortlessness in your writing that I see when I watch him play. <br /><br />Of this poem, I particularly like this part:<br /><br />"she is, after all, Victorian, complete<br /><br />down to the parasol she carries outside<br /><br />into the dangerous light" <br /><br />You said so much in so few words! Thanks for sharing this poem today.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09399801831076566326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-71390765533304979482009-04-17T06:11:00.000-07:002009-04-17T06:11:00.000-07:00The Vaulting at Cluny: 5 linked haikus plus
“Ange...The Vaulting at Cluny: 5 linked haikus plus<br /><br />“Angel wings,” you say <br />in such a longing whisper<br />I hear the rustle.<br /><br />Looking up I see<br />Not angel wings but vaulting,<br />Man made and man strong.<br /><br />“Angel wings ,”I say<br />“Will last an eternity.<br />These last a man’s life.”<br /><br />We argue outside.<br />“Eternity—a lifetime.”<br />Each with certainty.<br /><br />A flutter behind<br />Is unheard in our loud words <br />As angels fly off,<br />Leaving the vaulting behind.<br /><br /><br />for Julie<br />c 2009 Jane Yolenjaneyolenhttp://www.janeyolen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-81684754797238022772009-04-17T05:21:00.000-07:002009-04-17T05:21:00.000-07:00I thought I had experienced that painting but now,...I thought I had experienced that painting but now, after your poem, I realize I barely glanced at it. "the wind in her dress like hot hounds" Wow. <br /><br />I find art endlessly inspiring to my writing. I have to carry a notebook into any art museum because my mind just starts exploding with ideas. Maybe I should camp out in one a la From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.com