tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post114515570983927282..comments2023-08-08T05:08:40.089-07:00Comments on A P e e k o f R e a c h: Mall or May?Morgan Lucas Schuldthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01367129847602305453noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post-1145404114491095632006-04-18T16:48:00.000-07:002006-04-18T16:48:00.000-07:00Fair enough.Fair enough.Morgan Lucas Schuldthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01367129847602305453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post-1145396765472318732006-04-18T14:46:00.000-07:002006-04-18T14:46:00.000-07:00I have no clue to offer. I choose anonymity simpl...I have no clue to offer. I choose anonymity simply because it is easy and I can feel free to post without worrying that my personality, sex, etc. will get in the way. I just discovered the whole poetry blog world and have become intrigued. I envy artists who feel a connection with others…poets, photographers, whatever. I am not a poet, I just have always been interested in poetry. Of course, it is difficult to read poetry critically without ever taking a stab at it yourself, but I will admit, I’m no damn good. For now, I just look at those poet’s blogs that are interesting, and comment at will. I could tell you my name, but I would be tempted to make something up (like a smart ass) and you wouldn’t no the difference, so I won’t do either.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post-1145321391797749872006-04-17T17:49:00.000-07:002006-04-17T17:49:00.000-07:00clue for cueeek! a non! a mouse!in my brand new ho...clue for cue<BR/><BR/>eek! a non! a mouse!<BR/>in my brand new house!<BR/><BR/>-son of car, anAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post-1145236876054319082006-04-16T18:21:00.000-07:002006-04-16T18:21:00.000-07:00Both are fine quotes. Who are you anonymous-es?Both are fine quotes. Who are you anonymous-es?Morgan Lucas Schuldthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01367129847602305453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post-1145217137174549822006-04-16T12:52:00.000-07:002006-04-16T12:52:00.000-07:00"For poetry was all written before time was, and w..."For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so <BR/>finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a work or a verse and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write <BR/>down these cadences more faithfully, and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations. For nature is as truly beautiful as it is good, or as it is reasonable, and must as much appear as it must be done, or be known. Words and deeds are quite indifferent modes of the divine energy. Words are also actions, an actions are a <BR/>kind of words."<BR/><BR/>-Ralph Waldo Emerson, The PoetAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975.post-1145158485507890102006-04-15T20:34:00.000-07:002006-04-15T20:34:00.000-07:00"To be a writer is to construct a big, loud, shiny..."To be a writer is to construct a big, loud, shiny centre of self from which the writing is given voice and any claim to be intent on annihilating this self while still continuing to write and give voice to writing must involve the writer in some important acts of subterfuge or contradiction."<BR/><BR/> -Anne Carson, DecreationAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com