tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297041564949900125.post5936254691020351718..comments2023-07-31T21:23:20.932-05:00Comments on Elsewhere Crows Are Laughing: momentousAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01884256302440323099noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297041564949900125.post-33885065498443455102010-10-14T09:39:35.613-05:002010-10-14T09:39:35.613-05:00Dante, metonymy . . . Hannah, you always make me ...Dante, metonymy . . . Hannah, you always make me sound so smart, my poems so deftly wrought with a view to my predecessors. I like the reading though. (Speaking of Eco.) The mystic in me always says yes.<br /><br />and yeah, a sonnet, that's two in as many days. thanks for the spur.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01884256302440323099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297041564949900125.post-43304649505275559902010-10-14T09:31:03.800-05:002010-10-14T09:31:03.800-05:00Gee, lines 8-12...love them. I mean, stars and oce...Gee, lines 8-12...love them. I mean, stars and oceans are always amazing to me (and I'm sure I can't separate what I think of them from the traditions behind them): like when Dante comes out of hell to see the stars for the first time, and the ocean, well, from symbol of chaos to NT presence, the mystic in me shouts "yes!"<br /><br />and the fact that "hope...ascends" as metonymy for the miner. YES.<br /><br />and, you wrote a sonnet. :)Hannah VanderHarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11524524060144621839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297041564949900125.post-73231758784754197142010-10-13T15:54:55.811-05:002010-10-13T15:54:55.811-05:00Greatness in immediate poetic reaction. Damn, that...Greatness in immediate poetic reaction. Damn, that sure is fine.JPB3https://www.blogger.com/profile/14566319927213642056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297041564949900125.post-7763374000645003022010-10-13T14:46:35.684-05:002010-10-13T14:46:35.684-05:00If I only said (or wrote) what was necessary, I...If I only said (or wrote) what was necessary, I'd say (and write) very little. (zip it)<br /><br />interesting the use of the word echo here. it almost entered the poem on a couple of occasions. The hot breath as well as the song very nearly "echoed." appropriate word given the location (a cave) and for the way it conveys two types of presence--1] a lonely one when it is your own voice returned to you or 2] a joyous one as would be the sound of others to draw you out of loneliness.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01884256302440323099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297041564949900125.post-1553485976375373352010-10-13T12:00:27.716-05:002010-10-13T12:00:27.716-05:00Your sonnet echoes the immediacy of life. Was that...Your sonnet echoes the immediacy of life. Was that needless to say?Adrienne Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15347357935110606011noreply@blogger.com