misti~ i loved your poem "I'll Love Me Enough For You"
Jennifer Irene!!
Am I really shirking my responsibilities?? I am so sorry!
I'll tell you tonight about the metaphors and lack thereof.
Kind of a story that has been needin' to be told!!
spaceman ~
I simply LOVE your post Fear. Describing what fear tastes like at the end...very powerful. All I can say is: WOW.
Already a fan,
Rhetoric
Spaceman~I have to agree with Rhetoric, my thoughts exactly! Great work....especially the way you described the way it tastes! I look forward to reading more from you.
Jennifer
WHOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I"VE......GOT........A........JOB!!!!!!......START MONDAY, 08.00.........Quick pinch to see if I'm dreaming.....OWWWWW!!!....NO......WISH ME LUCK!!!!!!
Phew, now that's out of the way can i just ask where all these AMAZING poets are coming from?? Spaceman, 'Taste of Fear' (is that right?..I wont know until i've posted this and gone back to the poems) is soooooo right.....you obviously use my dentist!!.....only joking, but it IS something you can taste.....all I can say is MORE PLEASE!!!!!
PINCH PINCH PINCH PUNCH!!!!
Nope, you're not dreaming Wordley!! I'm very thrilled for ya! What type of job did you get then?? Tell us all about it!
-Teej
Teej,
Well...It's working for a company that make hinges for van doors, Ford specifically, and they have lots of nice, shiny new machines, all fully automated, and no one to repair them when they fuck up!!( the more they overtake the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drains!!) So....this is where I come in....when they wont work I will have words with them, and persuede them otherwise and the man will pay me with lots of bright, shiny coin...and...and..we'll all live happily ever after!!
Seriously though, they'll break 'em...I'll mend 'em.It's a bit further to go than i'm used to, I'm in Leicester, they're in Coventry, about thirty miles, ajourney I make most Saturdays as Coventry still have a speedway team captained by one of your countryman, a certain Billy Hamill. I'll just have to make this journey twice a day instead of once aweek.
Mind you, I dont suppose thirty miles is much to you is it??
wordley
The title of my story "Physician in Love" is missing the (i) in physician. How can this be corrected. Thanks, Robyn :-)
I have to say thanks to Rhetoric, Jennifer and wordley for the warm welcome. I stumbled across this site by following a link from another site and spent a night reading volumes of your poetry. There are many excellent works on this page, I think it is safe to say I will read here for a long time to come.
That said, wordley, I relate very much to M'LADY!! and the connection with the car...I have a 1970 442 Convertible that I restored and believe me, many hours of aggression were worked out on that car....also congratulations on your job.
Galadrial, Air Gala---the poem previously known as Carpe Darling...wow, you sound like one hell of a woman!
I enjoyed the art discussion a few days back, and cannot resist adding one more:
"Art distills sensation and embodies it with enhanced meaning." Jacques Barzun
Thank you Space...but I am just your garden variety, standard fairy godmother type...
And Wordley!
Congrats and MUCH luck!
Wordley ~ Excellent!!! Always a boon to do what you're good at, isn't it? Give those machines a good talking to when they refuse to do their jobs!
Strange, your happiness is actually making ME happy. And I thought I'd mention your most recent poem was very very good. I liked the way you set it all up.
Gala ~ e-mail me...I don't have your address right now!
-Teej
"As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on."
-Woody Allen
Yes R.H glad to hear you found a new job. Thirty miles isn't much if you can get on an interstate and do 70 mph. But if you can't then you might be in trouble.
Spaceman; Welcome to the blender, looks like you have already caused quite a stir and both pieces Blocks and spaces are wonderful. We hope you will stay a while and write for us.
Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract thing, from all that is of the brain only, from all that is not a fountain jetting from the entire hopes, memories and sensations of the body.
William Butler Yeats
bk
I knew that would come out wrong someplace, ha Fear was what I meant. (sorry bout that)
bk
Cyan~I love that song! Thanks for posting it and reminding me about it.
J-Dub~I loved your bump "Because". Damn, are we going through the same thing or what? And, no, you DA MAN.
Spaceman~I don't think I even have to say it, but you're work is amazing. Hope to see more from you. (Instant fan of your work).
Take care and all that rocket-ship stuff
-Jon
wistful~I just read Friday's journal entry, ahh you're breaking my heart girl. I loved it though...I could relate to it. Take care wistful, you're in my prayers, even if you don't believe in that stuff.
Take care and all that wonderful-writing stuff.
-Jon
I hate posting so much, but I just had to.
lil hugz~I just read Kuya , and I had to say I had a smile on my face the whole way through. I loved it, I guess because I'm filippino and have a kuya of my own. And I'm sure you are a wonderful ading.
Take care and all that tagalog stuff.
-Jon
I just want to thank the poets of Loveblender. This site has made those 3am nights livable.