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Maintenance, has to be done. Got a good shiatsu ...

2012-06-02T10:57:54.207-07:00

Maintenance, has to be done.

Got a good shiatsu massage this morning, feeling much better.

"Wishing desperately to turn a corner, to fin...

2012-06-02T10:13:50.514-07:00

"Wishing desperately to turn a corner, to find a door in an ivy-hung wall and slip through to a secret, quiet space." i seek this constantly. and i like your "whining" as you called it on facebook. xo

Yes, this weather makes me feel the same way, as i...

2012-06-02T09:16:21.381-07:00

Yes, this weather makes me feel the same way, as if the clouds are closing in and taking away all the space. I just keep doing little chores and hoping the sun will come out sometime soon. Hugs.

If this is whining, I'm glad you did. Aside fr...

2012-06-02T08:39:18.932-07:00

If this is whining, I'm glad you did. Aside from the standing appreciation of language wrought finely enough to carry any sensibility (or insensibility) it's been like this for me for the last several weeks, too, because sometimes it just is: your post makes it easier to walk through.

And even though that image of the cloud-ship is ominous and scary, I love it and will hang onto it, because it's also right: the ship is cloud, not steel. It has real effects, but cloud disperses reliably.

Out of the hard body, all soft and squishily of th...

2012-06-01T15:22:41.633-07:00

Out of the hard body, all soft and squishily of the world again.

Thanks! You're right nt, fixed now!

2012-06-01T12:53:00.518-07:00

Thanks! You're right nt, fixed now!

(o) I think you have a typo: "to full of pai...

2012-06-01T12:07:04.977-07:00

(o)

I think you have a typo: "to full of pain"

the perfect massage

2012-06-01T09:49:29.328-07:00

the perfect massage

Beautiful, Dale.

2012-06-01T09:39:54.962-07:00

Beautiful, Dale.

This is especially beautiful, Dale. Kim

2012-05-27T21:01:49.842-07:00

This is especially beautiful, Dale. Kim

Full of interesting images and the right amount of...

2012-05-24T05:24:49.116-07:00

Full of interesting images and the right amount of reticence.

"For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass."

Zhoen, glad you found Catherwood! It'll be com...

2012-05-24T05:19:55.639-07:00

Zhoen, glad you found Catherwood! It'll be coming back into print soonish.

I like to buy my library about books they ought to have, even if I own them--libraries can often use help in choosing.

What Jean said.

2012-05-23T14:08:20.919-07:00

What Jean said.

Thanks Lorianne and Jean!

2012-05-23T13:41:37.853-07:00

Thanks Lorianne and Jean!

(o)

2012-05-23T12:31:09.825-07:00

(o)

Oh, wow. I'm still trying to articulate somet...

2012-05-23T12:19:34.678-07:00

Oh, wow. I'm still trying to articulate something more profound than that, but in the meantime...wow.

Thanks dear Rachel!

2012-05-23T11:14:17.536-07:00

Thanks dear Rachel!

Oh! Oh, Dale, this is beautiful. There's restr...

2012-05-23T10:36:24.736-07:00

Oh! Oh, Dale, this is beautiful. There's restraint in the visual prosody here, and power. I love "You photographed his hands: / pale, freckled, vulnerable fish" and "yeast took a couple anxious breaths / and sank again to learn its breathing anew," and "barely long enough // to imagine love, let alone/ unfold its heavy banners" -- and the two final stanzas, oh my heart!

Cool, you got an author comment! Couldn't find...

2012-05-22T15:01:57.825-07:00

Cool, you got an author comment! Couldn't find this one at the library, so I picked up Catherwood. Read it last night. I will definitely be watching out for this author.

Oh, sorry about adding on the years! You know how ...

2012-05-22T12:27:29.687-07:00

Oh, sorry about adding on the years! You know how fine-grained our perceptions of the war in Britain are, over here -- bombs in London? = blitz, of course :-) I was puzzling a bit over the red-starred helmets in central Europe, even I knew that they should have been on the Volga & Lake Ladoga. now it all fits together better!

Oh, Dale, this is wonderful! As I listened to thos...

2012-05-22T12:16:16.328-07:00

Oh, Dale, this is wonderful! As I listened to those ghostly bleeps from the old wartime wireless in the boys' room in my weird little free school, into the world you came! And then later 'we stumbled yearning / towards each other's countries, thinking /
somewhere was something / that wasn't spoiled'. Well now, my friend, we can both have both and be the richer for them. That having been said, I can't resist reference to Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty witnessing the two sax players riffing off each other in the (Denver?) jazz club. I love this great solo and have copied it to my 'other men's voices' folder. Only one slight caveat: you've added 5 years to my age by siting my birth during the blitz. I was witness to the last of the V2s just before the end of the War!

I love what you've done here, Dale, and the po...

2012-05-22T09:31:32.871-07:00

I love what you've done here, Dale, and the points you're making have a lot of resonance for me, born in-between you and Dick into a world that rang false, and which I too tried to fathom through literature.

Dick's poem, by the way -- you should go read ...

2012-05-22T09:08:06.421-07:00

Dick's poem, by the way -- you should go read it if you haven't -- is about being born on Christmas during the Blitz, and growing up in the shadow of the War: which made me think of growing up in the shadow of the Cold War.

2012-05-22T09:07:11.298-07:00

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I have no idea why I thought Rocky and Bullwinkle ...

2012-05-22T08:42:30.706-07:00

I have no idea why I thought Rocky and Bullwinkle was written by alcoholic Jews, and a quick googling reveals no reason to think so. So it's with some reluctance that I let the lines stand. But certainly the whole American media world was saturated with refugees and relatives of refugees, and there was a strange glitter to these lost, desperate portrayals of American innocence by people who could never believe in such a thing. I still feel that I was born in one of the great historical vortices of inauthenticity, and that the spin given to my life -- and to everyone in my generation -- by this falseness will last as long as we do.