tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post3460708626089069927..comments2023-11-12T14:12:54.120+00:00Comments on the rain in my purse: ghost storiesSarahJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-4758481402299560422010-02-21T13:53:12.451+00:002010-02-21T13:53:12.451+00:00It's the acrobatic animals.It's the acrobatic animals.SarahJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-77046601234406514872010-02-20T17:09:48.295+00:002010-02-20T17:09:48.295+00:00if a man can be judged by the company he keeps, yo...if a man can be judged by the company he keeps, you're quite a man. The rain in your purse serves as yoga for my mind. namaste.BJeronimohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05238788014692666989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-40778457401210108102010-02-20T16:13:40.359+00:002010-02-20T16:13:40.359+00:00thanks peter. appreciate the comparison.... smilethanks peter. appreciate the comparison.... smileSarahJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-64831440055001460212010-02-20T05:19:39.499+00:002010-02-20T05:19:39.499+00:00"The parts haunt the sum."
Dave at Via ..."The parts haunt the sum."<br /><br /><a href="http://www.vianegativa.us/2010/02/ars-poetica/" rel="nofollow">Dave at Via Negativa recently had reason to quote</a> this stanza from Milosz's "Ars Poetica?":<br /><br />"The purpose of poetry is to remind us<br />how difficult it is to remain just one person,<br />for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,<br />and invisible guests come in and out at will."<br /><br />The stanza is in the context of the narrator comparing a poet to a spiritualist.<br /><br />For me, your poem develops a theme similar to Milosz's. You're even more playful than he is; the parts in your poem living in each other through associations:<br /><br />"My father’s boxy black one. <br />My electric Brother."<br /><br />This is quite an effective poem. Thank you for sharing it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-48213135269056446262010-02-19T23:51:46.806+00:002010-02-19T23:51:46.806+00:00How very astute of you Sarah!How very astute of you Sarah!rallentandanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-13727628794628478212010-02-19T19:16:03.811+00:002010-02-19T19:16:03.811+00:00it's mostly the future that haunts, imo.
I do...it's mostly the future that haunts, imo.<br /><br />I do think of the kangaroo as a goon. I'd want him on my side...SarahJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-35195210816128751432010-02-19T16:39:43.140+00:002010-02-19T16:39:43.140+00:00No no...the sum haunts the ostrich who conducts th...No no...the sum haunts the ostrich who conducts the choir in parts to<br />exorcise the goon from the kangaroo.rallentandanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-9703201342162689542010-02-19T13:48:43.965+00:002010-02-19T13:48:43.965+00:00The home in your mind is many-storied.The home in your mind is many-storied.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-63888427548720530632010-02-19T12:45:06.400+00:002010-02-19T12:45:06.400+00:00A nice aphoristic quality to this. The last line i...A nice aphoristic quality to this. The last line is especially potent.<br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-25363846280606937252010-02-19T10:51:26.343+00:002010-02-19T10:51:26.343+00:00In the words of the Prophet (Bono, I mean): "...In the words of the Prophet (Bono, I mean): "But I still haven't found what I'm looking for..."<br /><br />Thus, we are like spirits during our short terms on earth, haunted by and haunted within our mortal coils, which itself is shadowed by Death.<br /><br />Anyway, nice poetic snippets here. One or two may haunt you enough to grow into a poem! Get that typewriter out and staccato me a poem!NEnoreply@blogger.com