tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post4947960856122536524..comments2019-09-28T06:25:47.182-06:00Comments on shipyard: A horse (I mean, a poem) with no nameEmily Cottonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04387284573077158160noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post-4831851038824317942011-09-27T00:26:15.720-06:002011-09-27T00:26:15.720-06:00Wow, beautiful poem! I really like the idea of th...Wow, beautiful poem! I really like the idea of the silhouette/ negative space obscuring the memory of the person from all the senses- not just sight. Even though it's a sad idea, it's a very unique and compelling one. Again, beautiful poem!Josh Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09728823585585006569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post-50278843593227540852011-09-12T12:31:28.517-06:002011-09-12T12:31:28.517-06:00Hahahahaha! Yes, approaching senility is terrifyi...Hahahahaha! Yes, approaching senility is terrifying.Emily Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04387284573077158160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post-36871885965889065322011-09-12T11:42:57.789-06:002011-09-12T11:42:57.789-06:00Michael's favorite joke:
"An old man wake...Michael's favorite joke:<br />"An old man wakes from a nap and showers, cleaning with great detail. He then dresses immaculately, each component exactly coordinated and so subtly correct that his appearance and grooming relax whoever sees him: people look twice because he is so appealingly correct.<br />He walks into a nice restaurant and sits at the bar. Down a few chairs sits a lovely woman approximately the same age. She also is dressed and groomed with gracious fastidiousness.<br />Their eyes meet. They cast their gazes aside and re-engage.<br />The older man calmly moves to the seat beside the lovely lady.<br />As her eyes meet his he asks, "do I come here often?"Collen Pounthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00232821247990177907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post-16659718188014216242011-09-12T09:27:55.549-06:002011-09-12T09:27:55.549-06:00Good thoughts. Thanks to the both of you.
Madele...Good thoughts. Thanks to the both of you.<br /><br />Madeleine: You don't?<br />BNZAPFA: Well, for one thing, I tend to shy away from the obvious, which may be an issue with which to deal on its own. <br />Secondly, though (and maybe this didn't come across): to me, this poem is less a simple "oh, I miss you," and more of an "oh, shoot! I can't even remember _why_ I miss you..." If that makes sense.<br /><br />Oh, no! I've succumbed to the seductive idea that whatever the author intended should influence how the reader interprets the piece! Sorry, guys...Emily Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04387284573077158160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post-56165720910871617342011-09-11T07:58:01.117-06:002011-09-11T07:58:01.117-06:00whatabout the obvious . . . "missing you"...whatabout the obvious . . . "missing you"?Collen Pounthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00232821247990177907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post-70987820688488634952011-09-09T20:51:26.203-06:002011-09-09T20:51:26.203-06:00Ah, plags.
And dagspit.
Sorry I don't think ou...Ah, plags.<br />And dagspit.<br />Sorry I don't think out my comments like you do before you type 'em. Etc.Madeleinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00117625402619470834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post-34483111618226246212011-09-09T20:50:28.541-06:002011-09-09T20:50:28.541-06:00What about something stupid like Negative Space?What about something stupid like Negative Space?Madeleinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00117625402619470834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352918656484283803.post-57302256411348011352011-09-09T18:43:58.694-06:002011-09-09T18:43:58.694-06:00I feel like it's been too long since I posted ...I feel like it's been too long since I posted anything. Though I do have several ideas spinning around in my head (and in my sketchbook), none of them are ready for any kind of airing. Who knew that starting a semester eliminates time for personal projects?<br /><br />Well, I figured that I could post some of my older stuff, as very little of it has made it to the outside world. Plus also the ideas in this piece have been resurfacing recently. <br /><br />Finally, I never found a satisfactory title for this. The one I used for my Creative Writing portfolio was "Collage," and the working title was "Concrete Memories," but neither of those sits right with me. I'm not joking when I say I'm open to submissions on these things.Emily Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04387284573077158160noreply@blogger.com