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XV.20 Pen Women Luncheon

conniededona@gmail.com (connied) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:24:02 -0500

** Sorry couldn't get on last night--will comment later!

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Statistics : Posted by connied • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:24 pm

Re: 1.17 White Swan Privilege

blueline@goobertree.com (Wiltshire) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:09:18 -0500

Well, the birds seem to be smarter than people... seems to me that their human equivalents would not float alone in the middle of the lake, shunned, even if an audience on Mars thought they were lovely. Too little from too far away.

Good metaphor, nicely extended. Geese are mean! So are Bluejays.

Smiles,
Wilt

Statistics : Posted by Wiltshire • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:09 am

Re: LI.11. oh my, what a crappy day for poetry

blueline@goobertree.com (Wiltshire) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:06:12 -0500

Fun ramble, Allen. I think this can go directly into your blog! I like the first part the best, and the third... they do your usual full circle between them. Hats? Well, let 'em wear 'em that way... Hats make you bald is what I've been told... not sure though.

Smiles,
Wilt

Statistics : Posted by Wiltshire • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:06 am

Re: Saturdays with Lillian

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 10:13:53 -0500

congratulations, connie.

allen

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:13 am

Sun Come Up - Sun Come Down

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 10:13:14 -0500

THIS WEEK FROM “HERE AND NOW”
“Sun Come Up - Sun Come Down”
at
http://www.7beats.com/herenow.html

****Bartomeu Rosello-Porcel - “For Majorca, During the Civil War”

****Pere Quart - “Songs of Exile”

****Miquel Desclot - She, the Immortal Fairy, Appeared to Me Suddenly and With Her Harpoon of Lionbone
...

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:13 am

LI.11. oh my, what a crappy day for poetry

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:57:19 -0500

it feels
like a crappy day

for poetry
and the challenge

of the discipline is
to make even the crappiest

day for poetry
not a day for crappy poetry

and i toil in the fields
of that discipline

and thus
i sharpen my tools

of wit and beauty
and wisdom

aiming to carve
from the void a collection

of words sufficient
to declare,

zounds!
it is alive

it is a poem!

oh, well...

~~~~~

stopped
in
...

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:57 am

Re: XI I just don't know...

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:51:36 -0500

this poem illustrates why i write in the morning, before the day gets to me.

I do know tomorrow will come
and puppies are always cute
like poets.

wonderfully playful lines.

allen

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:51 am

Re: XIX.22 Enormous Silhouette

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:49:22 -0500

every morning i look out my window for this

Today, I saw the shadow
of fall

thought i saw it earlier this week, but it flitted away again.

i wonder how routine fall must be for those who don't endure a south texas summer to get to it.

allen

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:49 am

Re: 1.17 White Swan Privilege

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:46:40 -0500

i like this. swans, the beautiful people who demand so much in return for their beauty.

terrific, the way you set up the swans for your disdain

I like ducks of no pretension,
no special preparation, no Ivy
aspiration. No ducks I know

pedaled from NYC to Montreal,
stopping only for rest and sex
at White River Junction.

allen

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:46 am

Re: XXXVIII. 10. Short 1D

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:44:08 -0500

super job, sue.

this islovely

where day is willing
to reach into darkness,
willing to trade
dark for light.

i've had some kind of change in my metabolism so that i am now an early morning person - impatient to get to bed in the evening so that morning can come, which i look forward to just like this, except the transition i'm waiting for is the trade of light for dark.

allen
...

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:44 am

Re: 1-27 Toddler Time

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:39:20 -0500

well done, hawk. a well told tale of the job all parents experience. the problem with my son was i wore out a lot sooner than he did.

great days.

allen

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:39 am

Re: LXIII - 19 Bird Song Splat

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:37:05 -0500

your light, delightful rhymes against the dark subject, wonderful combination, like sweet and sour - all your great lines, as usual, but i especially like theclose

brown down, pressed into a flat-flying bird.

this happens to all of us, reminds me of the seinfield episode when george hits the bird - "stupid bird, didn't he know the rules"

i had a large turkey buzzard come out of high
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Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:37 am

Re: XVI. 6. Nani Venuse

allen.itz@gmail.com (allenitz) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:30:59 -0500

writing it our finding the most wonderful way to use it - same difference to me.

allen

Statistics : Posted by allenitz • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:30 am

Re: 1 - 8 Facilitator

chuck_lev@comcast.net (Crispus) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 08:02:21 -0500

I keep coming back to this -- I hate that word too! Trying to figure out what it is about it -- somewhere in the "orientate" box.

Statistics : Posted by Crispus • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:02 am

Re: 1 - 7 Missed Deadline

chuck_lev@comcast.net (Crispus) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:59:14 -0500

He didn't come back! A betrayal -- C.

Statistics : Posted by Crispus • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:59 am

Re: XVI. 6. Nani Venuse

chuck_lev@comcast.net (Crispus) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:56:16 -0500

I always think of Venus as arising from the ocean -- Of course she's a planet! A lovely poem/song for your sister -- C.

Statistics : Posted by Crispus • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:56 am

Re: LXIII - 19 Bird Song Splat

chuck_lev@comcast.net (Crispus) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:52:34 -0500

...Hey!, wattsa mattah you no sing? -- I love this line. And the words like kerplop. Too bad about the splat -- but I guess that's life (and the end of it.) C.

Statistics : Posted by Crispus • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:52 am

Re: 1-27 Toddler Time

chuck_lev@comcast.net (Crispus) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:49:04 -0500

This is such an apparently effortless narrative -- The feel of it is easy, caring, a little weary. And it rests on itself -- no compulsion to go on. The story just is. C.

Statistics : Posted by Crispus • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:49 am

Re: XXXVIII. 10. Short 1D

chuck_lev@comcast.net (Crispus) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:45:06 -0500

I like this a lot -- especially the personification of "day". What a brave Day! Willing to find the dark! C.

Statistics : Posted by Crispus • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:45 am

1.17 White Swan Privilege

chuck_lev@comcast.net (Crispus) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:39:33 -0500

White Swan Privilege

I like ducks of no pretension,
no special preparation, no Ivy
aspiration. No ducks I know

pedaled from NYC to Montreal,
stopping only for rest and sex
at White River Junction.

Swans provoked this tirade!
They glide across the lake
like kingfishers in the Everglades,

although we know white feathers
mask ill temper and an inclination
to bully other birds.

The cormorant
...

Statistics : Posted by Crispus • on Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:39 am