Belated Poetry Month greetings to any friends still around!
I owe a couple of apologies to people who commented on my last post - I sort of disappeared due to a personal adventure and I’ve always had trouble resuming threads after a break. It was nice to hear from
pauraque and
shezan. Um, last fall
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I hope things have been going well with you. I suppose we've all drifted away from LJ but there is still the occasional tug on the thread. I saw you posted a couple of months back, and smiled to see HP fic -- enjoyed reading your Argus/Snape, with your always-present sympathy and insight into a character's vulnerability and loss.
The description of the painting's surface at the end of your piece makes me think of Wallace Stevens, which is always a dangerous thing during Poetry Month, and may prompt a further post . . .
Anyway, nice to hear from you again!
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BD! I always miss you, and I am sorry that I didn't comment on your last post, for reasons I can't really recall but which probably had to do with being overworked and distracted.
At the moment I am feeling very zen in part because I just listened to this piece and really enjoyed it both for all the reasons you mentioned and because i love the idea that the same it that could get the railroad for these workers could also be a red balloon, could also get some wind for the sailboat, could also be what it is and all those numbers. I am also feeling very zen in part because I've been listening to wikipedia, and because I was going to (after opining that I miss poetry month on Livejournal, when my friends list used to teem with poetry, as opposed to now in a tumblr-enforced wasteland when yours is the only celebratory poem i've encountered all month, which is sad and lonely even though it is a lovely poem and i'm really happy I read it and heard it and also that it came from you) say that you could do worse than signing up for charlotte ( ... )
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(Did you notice that Remus player posted a tantalizing update on nraged?)
These are the days, my friend; it could be very fresh and clean, it could be Frankie, it could be Frankie . . .
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