tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post4122389560212454155..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: shadows, Marx, three mumsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-2833125259417457802009-08-27T17:56:02.975+01:002009-08-27T17:56:02.975+01:00Joe: Your photo has inspired my attempt at haiku,...Joe: Your photo has inspired my attempt at haiku, if you will forgive my intrusion:<br /><br />Against earthten tones,<br />a second crop of grass grows:<br />shadows on the wall.The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-65013759947996176832009-08-27T17:35:21.172+01:002009-08-27T17:35:21.172+01:00I'm so glad you posted this here, I like it al...I'm so glad you posted this here, I like it all the more now.<br /><br />Crow's observation that it resonates with current US healthcare matters is interesting; the way good poems can start in one place but then transfer themselves to others... when you wrote it, it seemed very much about what was in the news then.<br /><br />The grasses are lovely, like a very economical etching.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-28929730243544688472009-08-27T14:27:08.417+01:002009-08-27T14:27:08.417+01:00C and BB, your kind words are appreciated. A poem ...C and BB, your kind words are appreciated. A poem without readers who nod from time in recognition rather than in somnolence,is a paltry thing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-7764744392101389132009-08-27T12:11:14.907+01:002009-08-27T12:11:14.907+01:00Tesco now behind me. How much easier it is for me ...Tesco now behind me. How much easier it is for me to seize and hold a poem that rhymes; as if the rhymes themselves were markers of your invention. I like very much the abacus reduced to a set of wires and the fact (which I'd noticed at the time but never articulated - surely a major comfort from reading other's poetry) about Marx's head being too big, and this despite the fact that we have no body to compare it with. But as always I quarry, telling myself "I could do this". I am now enfranchised to mix metaphors ("Play dominoes with bars of gold.") provided the end result is something new and worthwhile. I could be very daring and liken market forces to the ugly thrashing of copulation. Thanks for the poetry and thanks for the lesson.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-2708742607836178052009-08-27T09:54:45.737+01:002009-08-27T09:54:45.737+01:00Pressing domestic detail prevents an intelligent r...Pressing domestic detail prevents an intelligent response - but I'll be back.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-70235868128445242772009-08-26T17:34:07.108+01:002009-08-26T17:34:07.108+01:00Your photo reminds me of an old Chinese watercolor...Your photo reminds me of an old Chinese watercolor, and I like it very much. It looks simple, but there is complex poetry in it.<br /><br />I especially like the line, "'What's there for us?" Say both rich and poor at the hope exchange." I thought that describes the current furor over healthcare here in the US perfectly. The words 'hope exchange' have a particularly wonderful ring to them. Conjures up lines of people queuing up for their rightful portions of hopefulness, to get them through the hard times, or just to hoard, should they not need them as much as others.<br /><br />Strange mindset I have today, I'm afraid.<br /><br />:)The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.com