Comments on: Turnupspeed

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Mon, 21 May 2007 21:17:49 +0000

Isabelle — Thank you. Though I have to say that I cross oceans quite regularly. They can be surprisingly small when situated between one’s ears.

Clarissa — Everything is ok.

By: clarissa

clarissa — Mon, 21 May 2007 20:45:17 +0000

I’m ok. You’re ok. It’s more than ok! x, c

By: isabelle

isabelle — Mon, 21 May 2007 14:22:16 +0000

Loneliness and frustration beautifully spun.
I wish you could cross that ocean.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Mon, 21 May 2007 10:48:19 +0000

Gordon — Don’t worry, I am actually quite a fan of nothing comments. And nothing posts, strangely enough. I knew there was some explanation for this site.

Peach — Yes, everything is in the interpratation. London. Check. Loneliness. Check. Longing. Check. Lullabies, mad dashes, loss. Check, check and check.

By: Peach

Peach — Mon, 21 May 2007 10:21:22 +0000

I will stop reading now, just for now

By: Peach

Peach — Mon, 21 May 2007 10:20:32 +0000

ha ha, ok. I had to read it a few times as it conjured up too many images and scenes that I have been trying to decide (a) which one it means for you and (b) which one is the favourite one for me…

which I can’t

suffice it to say, for me, it is London, it is loneliness, it is longing, it is lullabies, ut us mad dashes across the world to see someone.. it is loss, it is lovely…

and if that makes no sense whatsoever, I am glad I can fall behind the concept that art means many things to many people despite what the author meant!

anyhow, I love you…

By: Gordon

Gordon — Mon, 21 May 2007 09:49:01 +0000

What can I say?

Nothing really, yet I feel compelled to comment.

Admiration reeks of envy.

Ummm, that’s a compliment.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Mon, 21 May 2007 09:11:26 +0000

La Fille — I like that interpretation too. Both the ‘longing’ part and the interpretation that it’s all about one’s own interpretation. Yes.

Miles Away — Thank you. That is [insert word].

Peach — Er …

By: Peach

Peach — Mon, 21 May 2007 00:24:14 +0000

… still reading…

By: Miles Away

Miles Away — Sun, 20 May 2007 19:07:38 +0000

and after all these times reading, i cannot say just how [insert word] this is.

But it is. And it shall ever be.

By: la fille

la fille — Sun, 20 May 2007 18:05:57 +0000

Well… you’re right. The 101st reading was one too many. Up to that point, however, I was aching with you. There was a certain longing for something to fill a void. But of course, that’s because we put onto your words our own interpretation based on where / who we are. That’s why we love them so much.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Sun, 20 May 2007 17:45:35 +0000

Andre — I ever the honourable gentleman to the reply I gave some moments ago.

Clarissa — You’re spot on. Nail on head. On the money. Thank you. The fact you can’t pull your eyes away must mean something somewhere strikes a chord of understanding. It may be a totally different understanding from the one I had when writing it or the one a previous commenter had one reading it. But that’s okay, isn’t it?

By: clarissa

clarissa — Sun, 20 May 2007 17:41:41 +0000

WHA WHa Wha wha wwwwwhhhaaa t what?

I don’t understand, and yet I can’t pull my eyes away so I sense on some level I feel an understanding.

By: andre

andre — Sun, 20 May 2007 12:13:07 +0000

*ears burning*

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Sun, 20 May 2007 11:31:34 +0000

Benjamin — I tend to break ice frequently around here, and then underneath find still and icy cold water, yet still full of words.

Edvard — Naturally all my posts are about Mr Andrew Jerdin. Except this one. As for your Pinter comparison, I don’t think I’d even dare to breathe the same rarified air. Although on reviewing this thought, I did note that we have one or two things in common.

(i) We have both done things in and around drama. He wrote brilliant plays. I, er, studied Drama.
(ii) His prose is wonderful. His poems are dreadful. My prose is bearable. My poems are embarrassingly awful.
(iii) We both like pauses.
(iv) Er, we both wear glasses.
(v) We are both, rather surprisingly, married to Antonia Fraser. Except I’m not. Thank heavens.

That is all.

By: edvard moonke

edvard moonke — Sun, 20 May 2007 10:47:01 +0000

yes, you do have something of harold pinter about you, mr unreliable.

I think it’s about Andre posting something then deleting it a minute later.

but I am always wrong.

By: benjamin

benjamin — Sun, 20 May 2007 00:12:07 +0000

Let’s try breaking the ice again, then. Words can’t bring us down.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Sat, 19 May 2007 15:26:34 +0000

Ariel — I sometimes think that I should change the strapline and the guidance for this site to “it means whatever you want it to mean”.

Peach — Thank you, but please don’t lose your own words entirely. I would feel immensely guilty.

By: Peach

Peach — Sat, 19 May 2007 13:47:51 +0000

still reading, still have my words been taken away…

By: Ariel

Ariel — Sat, 19 May 2007 12:11:52 +0000

Here’s hoping that the person for whom this was written makes an appearance back in your life soon… although of course it is quite posible I misconstrued the entire post, which happens sometimes. It did feel my pulse quickening when reading it, so reading it a 100 times would probably leave me palpitating wildly and sweating like a panic-attacked beast. Ah the power of words!