tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post1799865228813030278..comments2023-08-29T00:19:57.259-04:00Comments on Poetical Psyche: Non Sequitur of HumidityAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-21239229933665081822012-08-19T16:17:24.472-04:002012-08-19T16:17:24.472-04:00this was really interesting stanza -
Caustically...this was really interesting stanza -<br /><br /> Caustically cantering throughout the heavy haze<br />Loping about, searching for the shade of tree, to pause, replenish and reflect. To pretend, a breeze caresses moist each sect of throat. <br /><br />first i like the alliteration<br /><br />then i wonder why you have to pretend that the breeze caresses?<br /><br />this is really beautiful -<br /><br /> Sheaths of aridity distort the breadth of breath <br /><br />this is so true -<br /><br /> temperamentally distraught a dwindling summer <br /><br />cuz it gets hot, then you think it's over, it gets hot again... etc.<br /><br /><a href="http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2012/08/19/street-rubbish/" rel="nofollow">street rubbish</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />zongrikhttp://zongrik.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-76733121855687996172012-08-19T15:39:06.262-04:002012-08-19T15:39:06.262-04:00Life exists in the open
Yet into the artificial we...Life exists in the open<br />Yet into the artificial we<br />Go, ironically…to live<br /><br />Fred- cant tell you how much this resonated with me. So so true- and even more so as in the uk we are experiencing the best weather of the summer- all 2 days of it- yet tomorrow I have to go back to the box, the office. Also love the 'distraught ness' of a dwindling summer- those thoughts entering our heads of seasons pass and the return to colder climates - very very coolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-9164978845526429472012-08-19T15:12:56.562-04:002012-08-19T15:12:56.562-04:00Lots of great galloping phrases and surgical slash...Lots of great galloping phrases and surgical slashes in this, Fred--mingling a sonorous feel of classicism with something less Romantic and more scientific. Enjoyed it much, especially the cantering and the rippling boil of the pot running over.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-48773538254815316832012-08-19T15:00:06.539-04:002012-08-19T15:00:06.539-04:00Right from the beginning, the title, this grabbed ...Right from the beginning, the title, this grabbed me. I've lived in a lot of places...many of which were so humid in the summer. It just zaps me. Fortunate now to be in the high desert although the dryness is not kind to the skin.Victoriahttp://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-803339553100655282012-08-19T09:55:35.528-04:002012-08-19T09:55:35.528-04:00Painted quite the summer day with such a sweaty an...Painted quite the summer day with such a sweaty and humid display. Blah, hate humidity the most, but it beats snow anyday, at least you don't have to shovel it or it makes driving bad, as long as you have a working ac of course. Been there not a fun drive hahaPat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-83782928688122109692012-08-19T09:26:49.480-04:002012-08-19T09:26:49.480-04:00I definitely feel the heat of summer in this poem....I definitely feel the heat of summer in this poem. The cracked earth, steam, parched environs, sweltering sweat, humidity. An image-rich poem, Fred. I like it.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-83905445457319345312012-08-19T09:08:40.756-04:002012-08-19T09:08:40.756-04:00Fred, I really really liked this. I am someone wh...Fred, I really really liked this. I am someone who tends not to use A/C in my own apartment. And I hate that boxed-in feeling so that lines:<br /><br />Life exists in the open<br />Yet into the artificial we<br />Go, ironically…to live<br /><br />especially spoke to me. (Of course, I should note, I work in a completely climate controlled office, and I'm able to get out of the city a lot to a much cooler place!) <br /><br />But there is such beautiful imagery so well slanted--the first stanza/paragraph with the frayed rope and clothes limping around the mid-section - but all the stanzas have cool stuff. <br /><br />the predicated pants! i think you mean the breathing - with the swells and steam etc. but I couldn't help but think of Terry Pratchett's trousers of time - (that is good! in that it implies this whole splitting up of the universe--lots of levels.) <br /><br />Anyway, enjoyed. Thanks for your kind words. k. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-28299442622279144652012-08-19T08:59:06.513-04:002012-08-19T08:59:06.513-04:00This is very haibun-like: prose with a haiku... ve...This is very haibun-like: prose with a haiku... very nicely done.. you're so beautifully unpredictable Luke Praterhttp://lukepraterswordsalad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-5099410648734948312012-08-19T07:46:25.978-04:002012-08-19T07:46:25.978-04:00Life exists in the open
Yet into the artificial we...Life exists in the open<br />Yet into the artificial we<br />Go, ironically…to live...for me the poem hinges on this one verse or maybe this is just the one that strikes me with its truth....nicely done sir...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-29983438973461110032012-08-19T06:45:30.492-04:002012-08-19T06:45:30.492-04:00I'll be glad to see the end of excessive heat ...I'll be glad to see the end of excessive heat but not the end of summer. Early autumn suits my aching bones. This captures that oppressive heat well Fred, and poor dogs panting to cool down. Daydreamertoohttp://daydreamertoo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-77004674460168264672012-08-19T03:54:53.558-04:002012-08-19T03:54:53.558-04:00Seeking solace from summer in artificially control...Seeking solace from summer in artificially controlled air is quite ironic! We long to get out freely in Winter but upend those thoughts, running back in Summer.Gemma Wisemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17466540188839321484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930188128946500869.post-61547063789571642262012-08-19T03:20:38.004-04:002012-08-19T03:20:38.004-04:00Life exists in the open
Yet into the artificial we...Life exists in the open<br />Yet into the artificial we<br />Go, ironically…to live... this works as a great metaphor as well.. now the heat finally reached the UK as well i heard.. can be exhausting..was scorching hot over here as well yesterday and has drained all energy from me by the evening.. oh and i loved the pools within...Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.com