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From: crickettt@hotmail.com
Date: 4 March 1998

....she searches for a piece of paper, finally settling 
for an old gum wrapper, turning it over, she simply writes 
"thankyou for this site"......

From: George Shull  leopard99@hotmail.com
Date: 4 March 1998

It's a new month with new possibilities.  
Hold on to whatever love you can find.
Love is Life.  § Snow Leopard §

From: mo
Date: 5 March 1998

To anyone who's read this month's Ramble, 
I apologize for depriving you all of Kirk's writing. 
I never intended tobecome the sole outlet for his 
thoughts. Hope this isn't sounding like some excuse 
to gloat or something - I know alot of people really 
miss his prose. 

...though it may be a while before I forgive this 
Freudian slip: "after all there is no reason to stop 
trying to woothe *women* who happens to be in love 
with me." Hmmm. Something you'd like to tell me, 
Kirk? >:o)

From: kate
Date: 5 March 1998

Caroline~I loved your poem called 'gone' about 
fading memories.  I can completely sympathize.  Gracias!

From: alison
Date: 6 March 1998

misti -- glad to see you're back !

From: Richard
Date: 7 March 1998

Brilliant

excellent page!!!!

From: Jenna
Date: 8 March 1998

"Reality is whatever doesn't go away after 
you stop believing"...I believe all that happens 
and this site won't be going anywhere anytime soon.  
The reality of this is that is a GREAT website!  Thanks ...                          

From: dlaux@darkwing.uoregon.edu
Date: 8 March 1998

Jack Gilbert is one of my favorite poets and I'm glad 
to see a review of his work on your site.  His other book, 
difficult to find, is titled Monolithos and contains a poem
which discusses his idea that there are four chances at love
in a lifetime.  I think what he means is that each time you
fall in love is one less time you will have the innocence
to fall in love again.  ie;

AND SHE WAITING -- Jack Gilbert

Always I have been afraid
of this moment:
of the return to love
with perspective.
I see these breasts
with the others.
I touch this mouth
with the others
I command this heart
as the others.
I know exactly what to say.
Innocence has gone
out of me.
The song.
The song, suddenly,
has gone out
of me.

I do like your idea that he gives us four chances.  
The trick is to use them, like wishes, wisely.
Dorianne Laux

From: Angel Sue
Date: 10 March 1998

I loved your Titanic ramble.  I am older and my
only problem with the movie is Leo....he makes
me feel like a pedophile.

From: Isobelle
Date: 16 March 1998

Dear Roy Doron, 

	My prayers are with you.  I will be moving to 
Tucson in August and would like to speak with you when 
I arrive. You must know that people do care. I care about 
you.  You parents care about you.  Your fiance cares about 
you."Fuck it" doesn't do anything - it doesn't get us 
anywhere. You are not alone.  My meager words via email 
prove that. --- Isobelle <steve.humbert@azwest.net>  

From:  JROB573504
Date: 17 March 1998

GO TO LIBRARY ON THE WEB  THERE ARE SOME REALLY GREAT STUFF THERE
I WAS NOT TOUCHED BY ANY OF THESE TODAY

From: Laura P.
Date: 19 March 1998

To the author of WEAVE:

Wow.

That was beautiful.

From: Laura P.
Date: 19 March 1998

Dear Kirk:

My favorite poet is a man named Pablo Neruda.  
He wrote all the poems in his first book "20 Love Poems and
a Song of Despair" between the ages of 17 and 20, I think.
My favorite poem it titled "Every Day You Play". 
It is the last line that I find particularly beautiful:

I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I would love it if you included some of his poems or featured 
him one month.  If you have a hard time finding anything, 
email me at
villians@hotmail.com 
and I'll send you some of them.
Even if you didn't use much of him, there are tons of pieces
you could use for the blender.

Hope to see some Neruda soon!

Laura

From: Misti
Date: 22 March 1998

This is for Laura P.-I just read Paste on My Fingers and was
so impressed that I printed it out for my Blender folder (I
print out my favorite poems and keep them in a folder to 
share with my friends). 
   And thanks, Alison, for the compliment- I really enjoy
your poems, too.

From: 
Date: 22 March 1998

     WHEN?
      When do you say this guys for me?
      When do you know his heart holds the key?
      When do you know if he'll bend down on his knee?
      Even when you think he's in love with me,
      I guess you can wait and see,
      Are we ment to be?
      So before you think he'll say do you want to marry me?
      Think again be a smart ducky!!!

From: MsDeltaQ@aol.com
Date: 22 March 1998

I have read most of the poems...and love this site.
it is the first time I've been here.

From: Matt  matti@codenet.net
Date: 24 March 1998

She's the woman behind the door.  She's the woman I want, 
she's the one I"ll always love, and she's just on the other
 side of the door. The door is the world, a world that slams 
in my face and locks me on the wrong side.  It shuts me away 
from her, the one I need.  I stand on this side of the door, 
I knock but noone answers.  I call out for her, and still, 
nothing.  She's just right there, I can tell. I can feel her 
presence like a magnet, it overpowers my body and pulls me 
towards her.  She is right there, I know she is, I knock, 
again, no answer.  Somehing tells her not to answer it, 
something tells her not to open the door.  What could this 
force be? My love feels so strong inside my body, it rips me 
apart and sews me back together, how could a feeling that 
strong be overpowered?  Isn't love the strongest feeling on 
earth? How could anything take over that feeling, how could 
anything keep her from opening that door?  Why can't I open 
the door?  I hold in me the strongest thing on earth,  Love, 
yet the door is impassable, it wont budge, it wont bend, it 
wont break, I cant get by to the woman I want, I feel so 
impowered, yet I am so powerless.  There is nothing I can do, 
I tried and tried already, I feel like the door is shut 
forever.  This thought pains me.  How could it be shut forever?  
How can there be nothing I can do to satisfy this feeling, this 
love inside?  How I want to be hers once more, how could I let 
her go?  Why do I feel this way?  What is this door between us?  
Who can destroy it? Only one person can open this door, yet 
despite all my efforts to try to get them to open it, it remains 
closed, locked, and barred to keep me from her.  Why is this so? 
Have I ever done anything to deserve having to keep all my 
feelings locked up from the rest of the world?  It's come to a 
point where I cant take it anymore, I don't want to take it anymore.  
I cant hide all these feelings, I shouldnt have to, I havn't done 
anything wrong, I've tried my hardest to make everything be right, 
and still there remains this door between us.  Why this pain? 
Why must I suffer through this?  Why cant I forget about the 
woman behind the door? I cant forget about her because I love her,
 I love the woman behind the door, and I always will, even beyond 
the day I die. Forever is a long time, and Forever my heart 
belongs to the woman behind the door.

From: AJ Roudny andy.roudny@utoronto.ca
Date: 26 March 1998

Tally,

I think the fact that you think about love so much is at 
least encouraging, but I would say that it moved me deeply
to hear someone with such a beautiful idea of what a
relationship can be. I to believe that it can be all those 
things. I think something that I have recently realized 
myself may help you to see even more clearly.

In the universe, love is everywhere. And I don't mean that 
in a "you could meet your true love at the laundromat" kind
of way. I mean to say that love is the force that binds the
entire order of existence. We are made of it, and every 
action we take or work we say is an act of love. These 
pure actions are however twisted by pain sometimes. The 
memory of pain or vulnerability drives us to make love into 
protection or to catagorize things as "the one" or "true 
love". 

The reason pain exists is because of walls. We want to 
protect ourselves sometimes, and put on a good show for
the rest of the world, and that makes us hide stuff that
would otherwise be valuable. Your past relationships are 
only failures if you see them that way. If you choose to 
learn from your past (geez, such a schoolteacher phrase), 
then it will reward you.

By now you might be saying, "Okay pal, where are you going 
with this?" 

I'm looking at the fact that maybe the reason that you "grow
tired" of someone is because you have nothing left to share.
Tell your present dude about your past relationships. Tell
him how you feel about them ,and that you are afraid to do 
the same to him. I know that it'll bring the two of you 
closer togeather.

There's a certain advantage to bieng human. Your soul is 
bottomless. If you show it to someone else, there will never
be any lack of conversation, believe you me. And you'll 
never have to stop giving yourself to your special someone
because there will always be more to give.

Hope you can find some truth in that Tally,

AJ.    

From: Elizabeth C Bascom 110545.1150
Date: 26 March 1998

Keep up the good work on the Blender. It is nice to know that there are guys/girls
who feel the same way emotionally speaking.

From: erin
Date: 27 March 1998

elizabeth bascom--were you a student teacher (for english)
in oakville last year?  because i was in your class.

misti--your poems are so good!

From: Raja Doake (meese42@mailcity.com OR d.doake@ns.sympatico.ca)
Date: 28 March 1998

 So basically what you're saying on the History page is that
The Blender of Love started off as a series of rants. Right
on! Ranting has got to be the most eloquent form of
communication this world has ever seen. The modern rant is a 
refined piece of work arrived at only after a good deal of
remarkably thought - provoking improvisation. If you can rant
so well and so frequently about ONE topic, which evidently 
you can, congratulations! Your ranting skills are the most
well - developed of any I've ever seen!
 Sincerely, a fellow (though much less refined) ranter,
 Raja Doake

From: Raja
Date: 28 March 1998

 erin, that was a REALLY good poem! =)

From: Raja
Date: 28 March 1998

Just for the record, that last comment should have been an
e-mail to Kirk. Oops....

From: misti
Date: 29 March 1998

erin-
  thanks so much for the compliment!!! It is so ironic
that you and alison have complimented me on my poems
because you two are my favorite Blender poets. Hope to see
more of your poems in the future!

From: misti
Date: 29 March 1998

I've just had the pleasure of reading some exceptional
poems- i'll never forget by Yngwie Malmsteen, Why Am I 
Happier With My Tongue In My Own Mouth by Raja Doake, The
Mirror by Michael A. Victoria, Where do we go from here? by
Tony K, Love's Dystopia by Tony K, THE LOVER WITH
NO RESUME by AnnLeigh Clair McGregor, Waking Moment by Tony 
K, I Think of You by Charles Albano, and (my two 
favorites!) the gateway, the tunnel, the path (his words)by
J.S. and Salsa Nights by Charles Albano. *****
Muy bien!!! Obviously, I've got MUCH time on my hands these
days. 

From: Tony K (tny@ix.netcom.com)
Date: 29 March 1998

Heartache can make the best poets.
I'm going through a lot and so I've re-found the poet in me.
I write for her, I write for me.
Unfortunately, she'll never see many of them.
Of the ones she sees, she does not believe they are truly
from my heart.
Therefore I post them for all to see.
In that, I can at least take comfort that maybe someone will
appreciate the prose.
Maybe someone can relate.
Maybe someone will feel better.

From: AnnLeigh Clair McGregor
Date: 30 March 1998

Thank you, Misti,
 
For your comment about "The Lover With No Resume"... 
You see, I have also been watching you "grow" and "stretch" 
with your verses.  My verses are ancient compared to many 
of you on this site, since most are thirty or more years old...
many written in an old, or romantic style, since I like the 
Pre-Raphaelite period.  Just goes to show you that the poet 
in us is always driven to expose ourselves to the world
.............AnnLeigh

From: LISA
Date: 30 March 1998

I would like to see some nice, hilerious sketches all about amour, please!
When in love we need a laugh to cheer up our poor hearts!
Thanx.

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