tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post2462857025752503162..comments2023-10-14T11:05:04.581-04:00Comments on Capitol Cougar: Lion, Lamb; Farmer, Cowhand; Me, Gnostic OverlordsSally Wildehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-38047796668813660812014-03-07T19:21:22.650-05:002014-03-07T19:21:22.650-05:00It's always good to see your work. The Univers...It's always good to see your work. The Universe needs more courageous voices. Whatever little sprite is whispering in your ear telling you otherwise, don't listen.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-48567931214179816142014-03-01T22:48:48.382-05:002014-03-01T22:48:48.382-05:00Please do not stop writing. How the hell would you...Please do not stop writing. How the hell would you or anyone know if "da universe" knows or cares what you write and if it knows or cares about it? Don't read into coincidence.... I have found and had it affirmed many times that we usually get whatever we expect to get. Your writing informs this universe and the few it reaches here on Al Gore's wonderful invention need your poetry to bring some sort of sense to our lives even as you write it because it helps to bring sense to yours. I'm sorry I am reading this so late, I am sorry I don't come her more often, but I've learned you don't post all that often. That's a pity, because Maria, you NEED to write. A universe that would seek to stop an artist from expressing her art is a pretty damned cold and distant universe. Someone once said that art is whatever makes us proud to be human.<br /><br />You make me proud.markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18056256851247082494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-61232940034277645382014-01-19T22:13:46.641-05:002014-01-19T22:13:46.641-05:00Sheep and wolves
Dove and snakes
An old 78 of love...Sheep and wolves<br />Dove and snakes<br />An old 78 of love & glory<br />"Outlets" are often a gory Presentation of what's been <br />The myth of sin<br /><br />It's cold as shit down here in the southern Appalachians. I Like very much "The Dove or the Snake?". Keep writing, Maria.Davidhttp://davetrees.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-38513150830975209572014-01-16T10:18:11.696-05:002014-01-16T10:18:11.696-05:00The last word (“again”) nails the feeling perfectl...The last word (“again”) nails the feeling perfectly, & the internal rhymes deepen it somehow – just wish I were better at this. Also, love the way you subvert the assertion in the first line: you get into the snake’s skin in a way you don’t even attempt w/ the dove.<br /><br />Feel like you’re in my head too, Maria. Last week I was watching the sun rise from a rooftop in Fes, Morocco & the cedars all around were filled w/ huge flocks of white doves. Why so many doves, I wondered – duh, the tanners use their droppings to produce their (uniquely soft) leather. I thought about the most striking animals in Marrakech – enormous, black, hissing cobras - & how I had to drag my daughter away from their fangs every time we crossed the Jemaa el-Fnaa. Both animals exploited by local industries, though I’d prefer a career where I just crapped to one where I capered about for tourists. Lord.<br /><br />This is probably no surprise or help coming from me, but I can’t fathom why you would doubt your powers. In all honesty, your work has helped me more than I could ever describe. I’ve followed published poets, heard them read whenever possible, & you move & intrigue me more than many of them. I am so grateful for your blog, so glad of your generosity with words. I’m not “the world,” but my life would’ve been so much poorer if you had never written. That’s the truth.<br /><br />I know all about getting slammed. When I was very young my self-styled “mentor” (whom I kind of hero-worshipped) ambushed me w/ the most blistering takedown possible. Professional & personal. Especially a shock b/c I was the most self-effacing kid. Looking back w/ decades of life experience, & in light of all the passive-aggressiveness, tension & lies, something unhealthy was going on. Maybe my real crime was trying to have my own life, but I had no smarts then & she crippled me as any kind of an “artist.” I still carry a toxic load of anger, & that may explain some stuff I’m not too proud of – the way I try too hard at this poem-interpretation game, my pushiness. Sorry about that. I want you to live the life you want to live, & feel no pressure. I could get used to not having your poems to look forward to. But it really would hurt.Slothropnoreply@blogger.com