tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post4261240832985672332..comments2023-07-20T13:36:04.197-06:00Comments on La Parola Vivace: Poem for Wednesday/One Shot...Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-49947787500004048852011-06-16T07:58:57.164-06:002011-06-16T07:58:57.164-06:00You really capture the desperation, despair, and f...You really capture the desperation, despair, and fear of not being able to write without writing I'd be crazy as hellAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-58877414558470472472011-06-15T12:45:11.999-06:002011-06-15T12:45:11.999-06:00Oh, yes...the nightmare of the blank page. And to...Oh, yes...the nightmare of the blank page. And too, the virtual world, where everyone wants more to be heard than to hear. You express these so well!Other Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189646933597252108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-10754864272900809152011-06-15T08:50:39.481-06:002011-06-15T08:50:39.481-06:00If the words won't come, it's probably the...If the words won't come, it's probably the wrong poem. But the poem you end up making of this is still gorgeous for all the silence that falls off every line. Loved the image of the armless statue; it also speaks of time's erosions on all art, maker gone, made fading, all that passion measured as armless reaches. - BrendanBrendanhttp://blueoran.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-20424858600416251002011-06-14T22:09:01.016-06:002011-06-14T22:09:01.016-06:00Any of us who writes can relate to this sense of s...Any of us who writes can relate to this sense of silencing, the "elusion" of the muse. Nice write.<br /><br />http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/14/letting-go/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-67387081677539610802011-06-14T20:52:53.583-06:002011-06-14T20:52:53.583-06:00This is when you remind yourself, it was only a dr...This is when you remind yourself, it was only a dream. Only a dream. Only a dream...PattiKenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02894925987580502697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-42948559906744370392011-06-14T16:16:14.988-06:002011-06-14T16:16:14.988-06:00A frightening place to be, always, when one sits t...A frightening place to be, always, when one sits to write and the words won't come. Some wonderful lines in here--the reference to fresh kill is very apt--a pressure to be always producing--but the dreamlike quality is what I like best.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.com