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Re: JessieE/Victor
The thing about poetry and storytelling for me is..I always wonder about between the lines. So much you wonder about the person in the story or the person writing it that is not easily told cuz words are, by their nature, ruled by laws, while our thoughts are unencumbered but not easily arrnged in language structure. Thank you..and yes, there is always more to tell.
posted by
JessieE
on September 20, 2017 at 7:38 AM
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Re: sanity
When I first began writing, I was going through a breakup and all these words and thoughts were driving me crazy, piling up like debris against a wall and blocking the flow of a river and I decided to buy a notebook so I could get all that shit out of my head but I didn't want to write a journal; I always thought that was too pretentious so I began trying to form it into poetry, at least to make it look and feel good enough to inhabit. It's evolving..
posted by
JessieE
on September 20, 2017 at 7:32 AM
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Re: extravagance
I really like that definition..it IS an extravagance, isn't it? A privilege easily given up as we age and not easily returned to once we learn to ride..
posted by
JessieE
on September 20, 2017 at 7:26 AM
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And yet, Vic, your poems keep you sane, and comfort you with the memories that inspire you.
posted by
BC-A
on September 20, 2017 at 6:50 AM
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JessieE/Victor
But we DO want to know more because your poetry invites us to know more. Back in the day many of us walked, and walked, and walked... And some of us still do, though it's different now. Moms seem to have a way of making a house a home. Such heartfelt poetry. Very soon after my dad died an orchid plant sitting on a a window sill bloomed. It hadn't bloomed in years and years. Great poems.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on September 19, 2017 at 11:06 PM
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I have always chosen to walk. My thinking was always clearer and more productive when I was doing that. Your poems remind me of how much I miss that extravagance in my life.
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TAPS.
on September 19, 2017 at 10:23 PM
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