Comments on: Scorched earth policy

By: blueseaurchin

blueseaurchin — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 22:04:15 +0000

And do you even wonder about the poor commitment phobes endlessly hovering over the “post” button without the courage to stab it because it leaves us, um them, with no recourse once posted?

By: blueseaurchin

blueseaurchin — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 22:02:37 +0000

And if you are so concerned, might it not be more courteous for you to make available the trash-can option in which we your loyal fans might wake up at 3:00 a.m. when we decide, that we can’t bare to be associated with the notes we have left you and must at once rectify the situation by a flick of the mouse.

By: blueseaurchin

blueseaurchin — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 22:02:12 +0000

Concerning your “leave a Comment” description, I regret everything in the morning anyway.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 21:59:14 +0000

Thanks, everyone, for such thoughtful responses, whether you liked it, hated it, or didn’t have the slightest idea on earth what this utter claptrap was about. Rightly or wrongly, for me part of the — enjoyment isn’t the right word — adventure of writing something like this is reading the ideas and interpretations you bring to the party.

P.S. For moth fans, the moth is dead. That’s how it ended. Long live the moth. May it flutter in peace, somewhere in eternity.

By: Ciaran

Ciaran — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:33:20 +0000

I still hear. Here. Yes, yes hearing. Yes seeing. Not believing.

As I read your words I often try to think myself into your mind. Not so much to think what you think, but to know what thoughts go through your head after you have written something like this. Something so shockingly beautiful. Shocking and beautiful.

This piece in particular is like all thoughts to all people.

By: 2ndhandsoul

2ndhandsoul — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 01:59:55 +0000

Perfect imperfection?

By: Stephanie Boon

Stephanie Boon — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:48:47 +0000

Asking an artist what her painting is about is merely an aside that might throw some interesting light. The artist will always be more interested to know what you think it’s about anyway — and will smile wanly when you tell her, all the while thinking about what’s for dinner, or how soon she can go to bed.

By: andre

andre — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 22:30:35 +0000

I do not want to know what this current post is about. One should never ask an artist what his painting is about.

What I do want to know is whatever happened to that moth you once wrote about?

Do you remember, little moth, banging his head against the window.

I often think of him.

By: Clarissa

Clarissa — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:06:39 +0000

Applause for Ani’s comment!

By: Ani

Ani — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:58:34 +0000

As illustrated by previous comments, whether you love it or can barely stand reading it this piece makes you think, question, examine.

It is evocative, imaginative, passionate, playful, experimental, intuitive, and beautifully-rewardingly difficult; it is open to interpretation and imbued with meaning. It’s got a singular voice and, most of all, it’s what every writer aspires to be: absolutely fearless.

By: Blueseaurchin

Blueseaurchin — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 16:47:54 +0000

Wait he was saying something interesting.
We don’t have time, fast foward to at least 20.
He’s still goingon about that, lets go to 30.
huh? I don’t understand that at all.
Fine then lets go back to the beginning.
Theres no time, we have to come to a decision in 15.
He says he’s innocent.
as do they all, fastforward, will you
ok we’ve seen enough I still have to fill forms.
But we haven’t seen anything.
they both turn to face me, don’t lag behind.

By: lillipilli

lillipilli — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 10:01:35 +0000

By: bohémienne

bohémienne — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 01:16:46 +0000

This was hard to read, which I think was an intended effect (I hope). You are a master of word play.

By: Stephanie Boon

Stephanie Boon — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 23:12:12 +0000

I really like the rhythm and the way the piece seems to develop through word association. It also makes me think of Bosnia and genocides and wanting it to stop. I wonder what the author intended — and whether that even matters…

By: biddy

biddy — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 21:55:51 +0000

i can´t listen through this lesson today there master i´m just off out to the jacks for a smoke, no, no bother, i´ll see myself out.

By: NAGA

NAGA — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 18:17:59 +0000

Whoops. Where did ‘May’ come from?

By: NAGA

NAGA — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 18:03:14 +0000

‘Begin again? Restart? Reboot? Abort, retry, fail? Y/N.’

The key thing here for me is, to recognise the small successes. Never question whether to reboot.

A Cloudy Sky, brings needed refreshment. A Forest Fire, clears the land ready for regrowth. And within any Loss, there is always something to be gained.

The Seasons may might be less well defined, but they exist, right up to the time, they do not.

By: bipolarworks

bipolarworks — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 16:09:41 +0000

Are you sure you’re alright??
Sounds a bit, well, manic, to me.
Best take a pill, wipe the slate clean and start again Y.

By: 2ndhandsoul

2ndhandsoul — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 15:45:13 +0000

Bleh. This seemed clumsy somehow. There were snips of interesting imagery and wordage. Despite the unique use of punctuation (as noted above) it seemed a little too fabricated and not quite a tight enough fit. I can’t better define what I mean, I’m afraid. It was interesting, but without the usual impact here.

By: Gordon

Gordon — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 14:20:45 +0000

Modern life is rubbish. Right?