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Sounds wonderful-loved the blending with daughter. doings-this-day,& novels
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posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on September 11, 2007 at 5:29 PM
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Cheers me dears!
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 11, 2007 at 9:47 AM
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sounds like a good day!
beautifully put into words.Glad you're having a good time with your daughter.
posted by
pelagus
on September 11, 2007 at 8:39 AM
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Tony, I'll forgive you for the Bronte saw us joke. Have done the same pilgrimages myself.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on September 11, 2007 at 6:44 AM
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That's great Tony-pleased you enjoyed the day! Chris.
posted by
Scramble
on September 11, 2007 at 3:04 AM
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Many thanks, T..!
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 11, 2007 at 12:07 AM
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Informative indeed...well done, young man!
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on September 11, 2007 at 12:03 AM
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Hi Rich!
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 10, 2007 at 11:59 PM
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Enig - Charles is Baudelaire's first name. C'est un homme.
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 10, 2007 at 11:59 PM
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JMO - yes, it's great!
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 10, 2007 at 11:57 PM
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Hi Antonio
posted by
richinstore
on September 10, 2007 at 8:39 PM
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Antonio
Damn - don't even know if that's a man or a woman...
posted by
Enigmatic68
on September 10, 2007 at 4:28 PM
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Sylvia Plath's grave huh... wow, how fortunate, to have history
so close to home.
posted by
JMO_
on September 10, 2007 at 4:21 PM
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Hi Proc and Harpo - many thanks!!
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 10, 2007 at 3:28 PM
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sonnet
Your text is very complex and fine.
Harpo1947
posted by
Harpo47
on September 10, 2007 at 3:17 PM
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I like the image of peanut crunchers but I also imagine taking bored
schoolchildren on this trip and Sylvia referring to them as hormone-driven ,bubblegum chewers lol.
posted by
proc
on September 10, 2007 at 2:50 PM
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Cheers Enig - she likes gloomy poetry - Baudelaire is another fave.
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 10, 2007 at 2:00 PM
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Hi FineYoungSinger - don't mind if I do!
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 10, 2007 at 1:59 PM
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Hi Troosha - yes, I ten to agree with her and you on death.
Or at least the dead body. I'm a bit squeamish about creamtion though. It makes resurrection more difficult. I hope the angels can find all the bits and put them back together.
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 10, 2007 at 1:59 PM
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Antonio
Hope your daughter also reads more joyful poetry - you know, like Emily Dickinson - who only went mad, as opposed to killing herself!
posted by
Enigmatic68
on September 10, 2007 at 1:49 PM
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posted by
FineYoungSinger
on September 10, 2007 at 1:46 PM
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Tony
I love the reference to “peanut crunchers”. I’m not sure if Plath’s poetry had a reverence or irreverence for death – perhaps just a healthy outlook. Her poem “Death” has always struck me…. perhaps because I, too, am of the belief that a dead body is just a dead body. How cool that you and your daughter could visit the place where her and Ted made a sojourn. Like kissing history or touching the past. From “Death”:
Rolled round with goodly loam and cradled deep,
These bone shanks will not wake immaculate
To trumpet-toppling dawn of doomstruck day :
They loll forever in colossal sleep;
Nor can God's stern, shocked angels cry them up
From their fond, final, infamous decay.
posted by
Troosha
on September 10, 2007 at 1:35 PM
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