tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post875771493771009447..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Naked As the Eyes of a ClownElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-41678020648202949612015-12-16T04:19:36.686-08:002015-12-16T04:19:36.686-08:00When I look at that picture of you I see little So...When I look at that picture of you I see little Sophie. I too disliked Bugs Bunny and found Jack in the box toys creepy. I'm clown phobic too, though I find the title of this post haunting and I contemplated it for a long time. What an extraordinary post. Your writing is such that in your hands cliches are fresh and powerful. You spin them just enough to dazzle. You dazzle me. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-89719534918232547342015-12-14T13:41:19.632-08:002015-12-14T13:41:19.632-08:00I'm beyond impressed that you met John Prine, ...I'm beyond impressed that you met John Prine, and know an author who can sing all the lyrics to one of his songs, or know them yourself. <br />I am a lifelong fan of John Prine and we always listen to both discs of his Anthology whenever we go camping. It's a tradition. <br />Such a serious look on your face. I never cared for Bugs Bunny either and really do not like those jack in the box toys, so I feel your little self. :)Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78284110979235038332015-12-14T10:38:40.936-08:002015-12-14T10:38:40.936-08:00great poem. great you.great poem. great you.Christy Shakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106761191160700997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-12466440328425825522015-12-14T10:20:43.070-08:002015-12-14T10:20:43.070-08:00Wow...I wish I could write like that when I think ...Wow...I wish I could write like that when I think I have nothing to say...ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-87933772558957713502015-12-14T06:21:42.882-08:002015-12-14T06:21:42.882-08:00Again, you have knocked me to my knees.Again, you have knocked me to my knees.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-24373658070440281442015-12-14T05:11:55.346-08:002015-12-14T05:11:55.346-08:00It was your resemblance to your young children tha...It was your resemblance to your young children that caught my attention--that and the phantasmagoric Santa Claus that looks about half a second away from coming to life. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-82006328410613057952015-12-14T03:28:59.958-08:002015-12-14T03:28:59.958-08:00That's your idea of "nothing to write&quo...That's your idea of "nothing to write"?<br /><br />I haven't listened to John Prine in years. I should break out one of his CDs. And I'll have to watch for Everett -- I don't know his writing at all!<br /><br />That's a great photo. It's poignant that you got a present featuring a beloved children's character that deep down you disliked! (I used to LOVE Bugs Bunny as a kid.)Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-33707935242901608302015-12-13T23:12:12.175-08:002015-12-13T23:12:12.175-08:00Every time you say you have nothing to write, you ...Every time you say you have nothing to write, you write something interesting.<br />In 1964 I was going to a Beatles concert, precariously standing on a folding metal chair and screaming my head off in a white wool suit my mother made for me...especially for the occasion. livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.com