tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post8334820475058295428..comments2023-11-05T04:02:39.418-05:00Comments on Michelle's Spell: Don't Stay Up Too LateMichelle's Spellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769666862403600253noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-82092230833316268742007-06-02T06:00:00.000-04:002007-06-02T06:00:00.000-04:00I echo Charles' love of the narrator's asides. Thi...I echo Charles' love of the narrator's asides. This character is definitely the one I want to tell me the story.<BR/><BR/>And I love the quote today.Susan Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05566328070072489203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-40929362492204961382007-06-02T05:50:00.000-04:002007-06-02T05:50:00.000-04:00I won't stay up too late. Nope. It's early!I won't stay up too late. Nope. It's early!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-44376649742750978432007-06-02T05:48:00.000-04:002007-06-02T05:48:00.000-04:00with nothing left to saywith these handson these s...with nothing left to say<BR/>with these hands<BR/>on these sacred keys<BR/>I am alone<BR/>no words to say<BR/>all the things<BR/>that meant nothing to me<BR/>before I lost almost everything<BR/>alone except for these<BR/>drunken, angry, broken<BR/>and crying words without shape<BR/><BR/>but they do smell so much <BR/>like your warm bed <BR/>after we take our love straight<BR/>on the rocks<BR/>and there is nothing left to say<BR/>and we are both <BR/>alone<BR/>with these handsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1526996957297649452007-06-02T05:22:00.000-04:002007-06-02T05:22:00.000-04:00does a manlearn new tricks?or do new trickslearn a...does a man<BR/>learn new tricks?<BR/><BR/>or do new tricks<BR/>learn a man?<BR/><BR/>one should probably start<BR/>by asking a few tricks<BR/><BR/>what they know about man--<BR/>if you must know nature's follyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-87600131385781989982007-06-02T05:02:00.000-04:002007-06-02T05:02:00.000-04:00do you have room in your heartfor a poet?maybe a d...do you have room in your heart<BR/>for a poet?<BR/>maybe a dark quiet space <BR/>where you keep your old animals<BR/>remembered against<BR/>the rushing blood pulse<BR/>and the wounds you thought were healed<BR/>but are torn awfull easy<BR/><BR/>Maybe your heart has room for a poet<BR/>books and pens and clothing<BR/>and drama and alcohol and<BR/>sexsexsexsexsexsexsex and alcohol<BR/>drank dry--the damn pin-hole burns<BR/>on everything<BR/>and a decided lack of rent money<BR/>on time<BR/>every month<BR/><BR/>It might be fun<BR/>an adventure in feeling hell<BR/>and better than solitare<BR/>by candle light<BR/>so tell me:<BR/>how big<BR/>is your heart?<BR/>and if your heart has room available<BR/>for one poet <BR/>and his aparatus<BR/>for creating and killing<BR/>for mayhem of the headiest kind<BR/>maybe<BR/>you should tell me about<BR/>your living situationAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-51610442520490880462007-06-02T04:17:00.000-04:002007-06-02T04:17:00.000-04:00There are two people in my lifeboth are gone and f...There are two people in my life<BR/>both are gone and forgotten by day<BR/><BR/>but could have stayed<BR/>and listened to these things<BR/><BR/>I say to people who<BR/>have nothing to say<BR/><BR/>There are only two:<BR/>my father<BR/>and<BR/>my favorite therapist<BR/>both of them fucked me<BR/><BR/>but only one fucked me<BR/>in the head<BR/><BR/>I am told that this was<BR/>was a lucky thing<BR/><BR/>by more than two peopleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-4417653573952893842007-06-02T03:22:00.000-04:002007-06-02T03:22:00.000-04:00screw my car keysthe bartendershould have takenawa...screw my car keys<BR/><BR/>the bartender<BR/><BR/>should have taken<BR/><BR/>away--my keyboard--<BR/><BR/>after over-serving me<BR/><BR/>or unstrapping the iv<BR/><BR/>and turning me out<BR/><BR/>with the sheets<BR/><BR/>shouldn't mad moms <BR/><BR/>of beautiful daughters <BR/><BR/>who serve drinks<BR/><BR/>hate me for this too?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-43367065830079472392007-06-02T03:12:00.000-04:002007-06-02T03:12:00.000-04:00now it's time to remember thosekamakazes dead nazi...now it's time to remember those<BR/>kamakazes dead nazis and pabsts<BR/>blue ribbons that one the war<BR/>and the face always looking at me<BR/>time to write the last song<BR/>to write poetry to strangers<BR/>at an obscene hour<BR/>times in genral is obscene to me<BR/><BR/>but strangers are obscene<BR/>momma says--the devils says<BR/>strangers do things to people<BR/>strangers kill and maim<BR/>torture molest rape enslave<BR/>pretend to need help<BR/>and rob your possesions<BR/>or set christmas trees<BR/>on fire through windows while<BR/>families sleep in Detroit<BR/>strangers hate other strangers<BR/>and most likely see you<BR/>as their wallet<BR/>as their new car<BR/>as their best friend<BR/>waiting in the rain<BR/>behind them<BR/><BR/>but strangers read poetry<BR/>late at night<BR/><BR/>so maybe it's OK<BR/>to be a stranger<BR/><BR/>writing poetry<BR/>as the clock strikes me<BR/>and I turn 3:00 AM<BR/>and I wish for another dead nazi<BR/>that ain't happenenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-66171601525798535212007-06-01T16:59:00.000-04:002007-06-01T16:59:00.000-04:00Check me outCheck me outZZZZZZZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03138083815199638165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-65495292286289743252007-06-01T15:55:00.000-04:002007-06-01T15:55:00.000-04:00of course, Josette is like you, to be sure, Josh h...of course, Josette is like you, to be sure, Josh has universal scars under his own unique scaring; the painfull physical aplication of a false face. What can be said about the author that hasn't been said be these You created her and Josh both as composite characters drawn from so much around you. They are both one and seperate, put simply. They cannot exist without each other; they have bonds nobody else can trully percieve, and some will not desire to ever do so. <BR/><BR/>That is where Coley stands--someone who would love to ignore it all and make it go away, representing a certain morally superior but saddly common point of view. She knows something is there and has tried to deny its existance to her self with every opportunity, but she can't forget that she knows it is there. <BR/><BR/>I get something knew from your writing every time, just a little bit better view of that mosaic you must see whenever you close your eyes and type one word after another bringing it into focus for the rest of us. <BR/>----<BR/>Anyone ever tell ya yer a real smart lady?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-55061638840749754182007-06-01T15:50:00.000-04:002007-06-01T15:50:00.000-04:00Nice work, but why do you call my brother by his s...Nice work, but why do you call my brother by his stage name?<BR/><BR/> ParkerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-59938094199508127802007-06-01T14:43:00.000-04:002007-06-01T14:43:00.000-04:00This is excellent work, m, once again I'm left in ...This is excellent work, m, once again I'm left in wonder. Read it twice--it's a quick read! And I seem to remember an older copy of this story floating around near by which I cross referenced to find you've done wonders editing all the tiniest details into sleek little units. <BR/><BR/>Little rearrangements--and some heartbreaking cuts. It's funny that it just now dawned on me who Josete is so much like. At least, you made her universal enough to have that sense of the danger around her being muted and something she doesn't register until it's too late--that's what reminds me of, well, someone (not you--Josh reminds me of you, actually--he's so quiet about what's really going on). Those details about her and him that you've inferred as opposed to presented make her powerful as a character and a symbol of her role as one (of many) who facilitates the damage to her and her brother's life, and her unique role in being a healer through her acceptance of life. She tries with everything she has and doesn't breakdown--that's the only difference between her and who she reminds me of. That person has only just realized they can and will save themselves. <BR/><BR/>No matter what, Josete is highly universal, and thought provoking by her very nature and careful design. She breathes with the life you instilled.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-22282695383822907982007-06-01T14:17:00.000-04:002007-06-01T14:17:00.000-04:00I won't! Promise!...But when will I write?I won't! Promise!<BR/><BR/>...<BR/><BR/>But when will I write?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-50620022341950539602007-06-01T11:47:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:47:00.000-04:00A nice sense of pacing here. I like the narrator'...A nice sense of pacing here. I like the narrator's asides. "We were never close."Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-22382188570794972942007-06-01T11:33:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:33:00.000-04:00I'll see you in hell!!!I'll see you in hell!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-12112094226446782272007-06-01T11:32:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:32:00.000-04:00It's been quite a party.It's been quite a party.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-9418803137174182072007-06-01T11:30:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:30:00.000-04:00Haiku. What a high-flying dove does.Haiku. What a high-flying dove does.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-35758240263248806542007-06-01T11:28:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:28:00.000-04:00Heeeeeeere's Johnnnnnnnny!!!!!!Heeeeeeere's Johnnnnnnnny!!!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-38571698729226964582007-06-01T11:25:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:25:00.000-04:00Hi-o!!Hi-o!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-4428281015950956732007-06-01T11:09:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:09:00.000-04:00Hi-o, Silver, away!!!!Hi-o, Silver, away!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-12302491897694397862007-06-01T11:07:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:07:00.000-04:00There he goes again.There he goes again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-31491929533035976382007-06-01T11:06:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:06:00.000-04:00You ain't seen nothin' yet!You ain't seen nothin' yet!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-83626956110841291572007-06-01T11:04:00.000-04:002007-06-01T11:04:00.000-04:00It's Tiki in the photo. Undoubtedly.It's Tiki in the photo. Undoubtedly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1911221048496410812007-06-01T10:52:00.000-04:002007-06-01T10:52:00.000-04:00Wherever you go, there you are!Wherever you go, there you are!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-72815460832253188082007-06-01T10:49:00.000-04:002007-06-01T10:49:00.000-04:00The Hutu and the Tootsie peoples should hire an Am...The Hutu and the Tootsie peoples should hire an American PR firm to design new names for them so that they are easier to keep track of. I could never remember which was the purger and which was the purgee. Now when I'm not sure I just picture Al Jolson singing, "Toot, toot, tootsie, goodbye." Okay...it's not nice to make fun of a genocide, but there you are.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12773667447659795825noreply@blogger.com