tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post3810885509001703284..comments2024-03-25T22:25:27.515+05:30Comments on Madly-in-Verse: Which side of the border? and fence? and angle?Nilanjana Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08656370320322301943noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-17769064997884533822012-12-24T15:38:36.010+05:302012-12-24T15:38:36.010+05:30Thank you.Thank you.Nilanjana Bosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08656370320322301943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-30582990388953572542012-12-24T12:38:42.420+05:302012-12-24T12:38:42.420+05:30Well done!Well done!Madeleine Begun Kanehttp://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-17428741571945870752012-12-20T15:14:48.193+05:302012-12-20T15:14:48.193+05:30We are more alike than different! Absolutely the p...We are more alike than different! Absolutely the point here...the point that's nailed deeper every minute. Thank you for your critique.Nilanjana Bosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08656370320322301943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-34311837269866054692012-12-20T15:11:47.684+05:302012-12-20T15:11:47.684+05:30No easy answers forthcoming anywhere...sadly...tha...No easy answers forthcoming anywhere...sadly...thanks for your feedback.Nilanjana Bosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08656370320322301943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-48511767514993367342012-12-20T15:08:48.428+05:302012-12-20T15:08:48.428+05:30Sometimes things feel so much beyond control that ...Sometimes things feel so much beyond control that poetry feels like the only way. Thanks for your comments.Nilanjana Bosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08656370320322301943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-67325619465706630542012-12-20T15:05:04.692+05:302012-12-20T15:05:04.692+05:30Thank you very much for your understanding words. ...Thank you very much for your understanding words. I somehow seem to remain connected to all the gardens I have ever set foot in...and some where I never have, but where my loved ones are. Difficult to be unaffected by the immediate garden!Nilanjana Bosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08656370320322301943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-4184725073069412742012-12-20T14:58:42.308+05:302012-12-20T14:58:42.308+05:30A constant struggle with the questions...thanks fo...A constant struggle with the questions...thanks for your feedback.Nilanjana Bosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08656370320322301943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-14121868610311134302012-12-20T13:31:26.566+05:302012-12-20T13:31:26.566+05:30The metaphor here is wider - we are more alike tha...The metaphor here is wider - we are more alike than different; we face hardships and horrors, we endure breakups and abandonments, we ignore slavery, abuse, cruelty and wars elsewhere and we cry for caring and help if/when it happens to us personally. Nature and man are cruel and life brings pain; but it brings joy and beauty, natural and with art as well. All the pieces fit together to say much Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-66081095358270488442012-12-20T10:50:17.009+05:302012-12-20T10:50:17.009+05:30thanks for the footnotes..they helped a lot to und...thanks for the footnotes..they helped a lot to understand the piece..i like how you ask the questions here..think many people do and i would love to know some of the answers but i think we all still have to go a long way...well pennedClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-81361255752634187452012-12-19T21:14:47.533+05:302012-12-19T21:14:47.533+05:30I agree with you that poetry is a good way of copi...I agree with you that poetry is a good way of coping with what is happening in one's own area and in the world as a whole. So much senseless violence. And also so much quibbling about small things such as which version of a recipe (as you wrote about in your poem). I enjoyed both your poem and the explanation following. Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-74664100439752782582012-12-19T17:48:18.313+05:302012-12-19T17:48:18.313+05:30My son asked me, "Dad, is it wrong to not car...My son asked me, "Dad, is it wrong to not care about these murders?" We discussed how natural it is to care more deeply about what is close to you. In fact to get worried about abstract notions while not caring for your immediate garden is the worst of distractions, perhaps, because it feels self-righteous.Sabio Lantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12963476276106907984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147719773752098767.post-89378347821154493492012-12-19T03:48:46.329+05:302012-12-19T03:48:46.329+05:30The silver fishtail thrashes in the bowl,
the nib ...The silver fishtail thrashes in the bowl,<br />the nib gleams in a sad chuckle....what a way to end that first set of questions....it got my attention....and if only borders did not matter...and if only all the atrocity got headlines...or even better perhaps if some of the good did...if we reveled in what was good instead of different...and appreciated the differences rather than letting them Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com