What an unusual writer you are - and, that's meant as a compliment!
I can hear this, it really echoes in the mind. There's a wonderful beat to it, ok - meter and all that techincial stuff - but it gains momentum as one reads.. then, still leaves room for yet more of it . The repitition, the echoing words.. ah... it's like hearing a train going along the railway track...
Yes you have been reading Gertrude Stein but all the better for it. It's a wonderful dialogue that amuses and resonates, obviously you could be talking about anything but I think it's more about the relationship between those conversing. What is good? Does grey mean it's any less good? These are both nonsensical but important questions.
I find myself reading. Several of your poems now and I have nothing to leave. No clever words, nothing, just this note to let you know I've been here reading about words unsaid and beautiful balloons and good grey wood.
What an unusual writer you are - and, that's meant as a compliment!
I can hear this, it really echoes in the mind. There's a wonderful beat to it, ok - meter and all that techincial stuff - but it gains momentum as one reads.. then, still leaves room for yet more of it . The repitition, the echoing words.. ah... it's like hearing a train going along the railway track...
lmao.....so how did you fare with the fairies??? They don't usually like to give things back!!! This was hilarious. I'm not even exactly sure why....but it sucked me in and kept me hangin' in for more! Damn fairies! ; )
(a private note to the fairies: I don't really mean to damn you. I love you. Hey...where are you going with that!?!? Wait...come back...come back!!!)
...and so it became interesting to write about the mundane - maybe master of the short story Guy-de-Maupassant's tale 'The Piece of String' was a pivotal experience... ha ha.
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