tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post1687034922172158482..comments2023-08-29T00:19:57.259-04:00Comments on Poetical Psyche: Intemperance: The Insignificant Parallel of a Denigrating IdentityAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-13516313363415356902012-08-26T23:05:27.754-04:002012-08-26T23:05:27.754-04:00i like the intention of propagating a unique atmos...i like the intention of propagating a unique atmosphere<br /><br /><a href="http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/slowly-it-had-to-last/" rel="nofollow">slowly it had to last</a>zongrikhttp://zongrik.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-85246036583295781962012-08-26T22:30:20.721-04:002012-08-26T22:30:20.721-04:00Bottles of what might have been is such a wonderfu...Bottles of what might have been is such a wonderful description- if only! <br />(Drink up.) As always a very interesting poem. k. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-12347773871851038042012-08-26T20:23:16.052-04:002012-08-26T20:23:16.052-04:00You surely took the painting and spun it with your...You surely took the painting and spun it with your own words, bringing it to life, glad that is a road I'd never go down, needing to drink and ruining my liver would surely cause me to frown.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-64515021463093663872012-08-26T16:20:19.592-04:002012-08-26T16:20:19.592-04:00Wow, Fred, this is so good. You give such insight ...Wow, Fred, this is so good. You give such insight into the dilemma of addiction, almost drag us into the experience.Victoriahttp://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-16239712524742592252012-08-26T12:16:35.380-04:002012-08-26T12:16:35.380-04:00An amazing write! Loved all the images I see thro...An amazing write! Loved all the images I see through your words.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-18522272462113181212012-08-26T09:16:55.389-04:002012-08-26T09:16:55.389-04:00In the same way, I think reading/listening to this...In the same way, I think reading/listening to this could inspire a drawing.<br /><br />Lots of glass and fire references -- things with edges, fragile yet can hurt. Feelings of loneliness and breaking down. I can't pin this down, most uncomfortable imagery of strange concoctions boiling and frothing, and someone possibly withering away there. Seems a metaphor of trying to fix something, and in the process of doing so, actually causing oneself to erode. <br /><br />I appreciate you included your reading. There's possibly tones and mood in there I would have missed if I read it myself. Ravenblackhttp://theotherdayplace.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-30827928371795254682012-08-26T08:57:42.523-04:002012-08-26T08:57:42.523-04:00Do you find that there's much cross-fertilizat...Do you find that there's much cross-fertilization between your writing and your visual art?<br /><br />Also, if you don't mind a constructive suggestion, it might be worth taking a very close look at what the adverbs and adjectives in your poem contribute because there is clearly a powerful story here, but sometimes it isn't visible under the words.EKSwitajhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17970124197156493214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-85656077544365208352012-08-26T07:24:47.770-04:002012-08-26T07:24:47.770-04:00we never notice until its too late....smiles....re...we never notice until its too late....smiles....really nice internal rhyming and flow, per usual...bottles of what-might-have-been,<br />condemned by their isolated indiscretions-def relatable...smiles.Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-43084641773082006132012-08-26T06:39:38.351-04:002012-08-26T06:39:38.351-04:00'Bottles of what might have been' That'...'Bottles of what might have been' That's the saddest line of all. Once that alcohol gets you, it's a hard one to come back from for so many. Deep, thought provokng and powerful write Fred.Daydreamertoohttp://daydreamertoo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-8558301977500887952012-08-26T03:23:42.465-04:002012-08-26T03:23:42.465-04:00Interesting take on the image that doesn't tak...Interesting take on the image that doesn't take the easy options on finding a meaningJohn (@bookdreamer)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11576434749272275190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-13685761556005469712012-08-26T03:08:49.499-04:002012-08-26T03:08:49.499-04:00i always find that your poems have this abstract a...i always find that your poems have this abstract and experimental feel to them as well...you use words in unusual ways and combine them to layers that need a careful look to discover the depth...this one is no exception fred...well doneClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.com