Indeed every why is also why not. another witty coup poet Murphy.
Indeed at each reading of your verse, I see another edge, where language breaks from its normal shell, of what some call the language of the commodity. You do this with verve, and sensuality, however subdued, augmenting your reader's experience. In this way, you resemble an Israeli painter whose ideas I happen to know . Merci encore
Indeed every why is also why not. another witty coup poet Murphy.
Indeed at each reading of your verse, I see another edge, where language breaks from its normal shell, of what some call the language of the commodity. You do this with verve, and sensuality, however subdued, augmenting your reader's experience. In this way, you resemble an Israeli painter whose ideas I happen to know . Merci encore
Poet Murphy my comments have replicated, and so there is a metacommentary going on here . So then, perhaps I need to add more and take away less. Poets are fussy, are they not? But if you, like most poets, seek readers, how shall we find the book that lets us read you? I mean you, as the You of all who claim the activity of poetry fabricating, or let us say imbricating the words in space or across the page. Rarely am I moved to comment on other poetries as I, like thouands of readers, have found the makers a rather somber sort, a bit stuck up! perhaps, whereas the rock stars, and pop stars love their fans, as they know that without their fans, they are not anything at all. Let me pose this question then, a double one, to all the poets posting: should readers be paid to read? When does the activity of reading become , or take on the status of writing? It seems that only the late Italo Calvino (in If on a Winter's Night a Traveller should... being a sweet reference to Nashe's Traveller) has shared the lion's share with his readers the wealth of recognition. Perhaps it is time for a reader's blog directed to blog poets such as yourself, whose work seizes the moment, carpe diem Reader! One book , one text at atime?
_____ Finally I beg your indulgence to a poor reader who writes for one, from another language, and two, as I and many readers are thrilled to be the subjects of such activity. Bonne chance.
I would love to know of the Israeli painter's work. Please share where one might find it online.
Thank you for your graciousness, zest, and heart-filled intellect. It's a joy to have such response.
You'll see books on www.spdbooks.org by yours truly and by others. There are other books, but this is a start - newest from Stride Publications in England is called Proof of Silhouettes. THANK YOU for asking. I know others will have titles to add.
Indeed at each reading of your verse, I see another edge, where language breaks from its normal shell, of what some call the language of the commodity. You do this with verve, and sensuality, however subdued, augmenting your reader's experience. In this way, you resemble an Israeli painter whose ideas I happen to know .
Merci
encore
Indeed at each reading of your verse, I see another edge, where language breaks from its normal shell, of what some call the language of the commodity. You do this with verve, and sensuality, however subdued, augmenting your reader's experience. In this way, you resemble an Israeli painter whose ideas I happen to know .
Merci
encore
_____ Finally I beg your indulgence to a poor reader who writes for one, from another language, and two, as I and many readers are thrilled to be the subjects of such activity. Bonne chance.
Thank you for your graciousness, zest, and heart-filled intellect. It's a joy to have such response.
You'll see books on www.spdbooks.org by yours truly and by others. There are other books, but this is a start - newest from Stride Publications in England is called Proof of Silhouettes. THANK YOU for asking. I know others will have titles to add.
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