tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post1484044716674143044..comments2023-10-20T16:46:35.795+01:00Comments on The Little Wooden Boy: Bus note 36Mose23http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-45401441160597926602013-01-14T21:36:55.635+00:002013-01-14T21:36:55.635+00:00Cheers, Jonathan.
I like dog roses better than t...Cheers, Jonathan. <br /><br />I like dog roses better than their more cultivated cousins.<br />Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-19430366271180716722013-01-14T21:17:29.005+00:002013-01-14T21:17:29.005+00:00WB: 'Twas a wild bloom. I'm certain of it....WB: 'Twas a wild bloom. I'm certain of it. Fine poem.Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-56752880631823583552013-01-13T09:08:41.449+00:002013-01-13T09:08:41.449+00:00Thank you, Vassilis. Great to hear from you.Thank you, Vassilis. Great to hear from you.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-10246718368836524312013-01-13T07:05:57.008+00:002013-01-13T07:05:57.008+00:00"the air/ thick with odd ephemeral intimacy&q... "the air/ thick with odd ephemeral intimacy"<br /><br /><br />I like this and the entire poem very much; thanks, WB.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-61992994489908467312013-01-12T21:48:01.077+00:002013-01-12T21:48:01.077+00:00You're right, Tom. This wasn't some slick ...You're right, Tom. This wasn't some slick money hungry sort speaking. The burning coal had touched his lips.<br /><br />Taking such a risk in speech is valour and this young man made that whole space alive. Maybe stupid was a sharp word to use. A cool distance is often nothing more than fear dressed up.<br /><br />The Wooden Girl follows your thinking closely, particularly in regard to the possible consecration of the 127 at that moment. There were a good few revisions in the light of our conversation. She pushed me to be more faithful to the event and I'm glad of that.<br /><br />Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-12573742565006738552013-01-12T21:04:37.779+00:002013-01-12T21:04:37.779+00:00Testimony is testimony, no one's ever the wors...Testimony is testimony, no one's ever the worse for it. A bus may as well be a church, and why not. Acid spitting girl perhaps ought to alight at the junction of Portland and City Roads and have a bit of a roll about there on the greenswards of St Germains -- evidently quite lush, though of course the satellite eye seems to bring to bear an eternal summer always.<br /><br />To exit at a moment of flowering enmity leaves hope for a wild bloom in one's wake. An ephemeral intimacy, surely that is something to water and let grow...TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com