tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post8259975219339562145..comments2023-11-02T15:27:57.223+00:00Comments on Reading the Signs: CanaryReading the Signshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-39673886975961083142010-02-02T10:23:09.095+00:002010-02-02T10:23:09.095+00:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.鐵板豆腐Fayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11009982066331590106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-3606176953194784102009-03-22T13:34:00.000+00:002009-03-22T13:34:00.000+00:00Kahless, well I am touched by this - thank you.Col...<B>Kahless</B>, well I am touched by this - thank you.<BR/><BR/><B>Collin</B>, I am not properly bed-bound, just spending rather more time there than I would wish. <BR/><BR/>I don't know how I would cope with Facebook, Twitter etc. - too much, too much!<BR/><BR/><B>Trousers</B> - Mwah!<BR/><BR/><B>Zhoen</B>, well that was rather a lovely thing to say, and heart has taken it in.<BR/><BR/><B>Montag</B>, I was just about to say that in House of Signs there are many mansions, but that would be sacrilegious. Well, but I seem to have said it anyway. An outhouse can be as good as any mansion, better even, when one is in the company of friends and angels - true? Of course, true. All power to the poem.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-20860559898798012172009-03-22T10:45:00.000+00:002009-03-22T10:45:00.000+00:00I am conflicted.I was going to denounce you to the...I am conflicted.<BR/>I was going to denounce you to the Ministry of References To Bodily Functions, or Mini-Scat as we call it here, but I find myself in an "outhouse" with the author and 8 other commenters, and I am somehwat abashed.<BR/><BR/>Your writing about the illness seems to send me to an encapsulated landscape where we readers, intense or diffident, stand on the edge of nowhere - and a foggy nowehere it is...and cool, very cool - and warm ourselves around the campfire of your stories.<BR/><BR/>...and I think I've just gotten a notion for this week's poem.Montaghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00017648070522030951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-14133514229150338932009-03-22T00:57:00.000+00:002009-03-22T00:57:00.000+00:00I have considered disappearing, many times. But i...I have considered disappearing, many times. But it all seems too harsh on my few readers. And I'm glad, because knowing at least a few people are reading, it's still worth trying to write, even when there doesn't seem to be anything to say. And I've not managed a word of my fiction for months. <BR/><BR/>Funny, how you say you got nothing, but then you write straight into our hearts.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-37364145634146018292009-03-22T00:05:00.000+00:002009-03-22T00:05:00.000+00:00I'm with Kahless on this, too - particularly her s...I'm with <B>Kahless</B> on this, too - particularly her second comment.trousershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12879862280895772283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-11368193553898674722009-03-21T23:39:00.000+00:002009-03-21T23:39:00.000+00:00There are so many mouths to feed on the Internet t...There are so many mouths to feed on the Internet these days: blog, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, MySpace. It makes my head throb just to think about it.<BR/><BR/>Sorry to hear you've been bed-bound, but glad to hear of your upcoming poetry gig. I hope to be back in England this fall. By hook or by crook...Collin Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03777180960376039699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-48618429152997043272009-03-21T23:10:00.000+00:002009-03-21T23:10:00.000+00:00I hope you dont stop blogging.I take comfort in kn...I hope you dont stop blogging.<BR/><BR/>I take comfort in knowing that you are around.<BR/>xx.Kahlesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00500615451909999365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-40244150544875474132009-03-21T23:07:00.000+00:002009-03-21T23:07:00.000+00:00Kahless, I've just taken a quick trot through my s...Kahless, I've just taken a quick trot through my sidebar list, and there are quite a few not very active bloggers among them. It just goes like that, I suppose. I liked to think that I was one of those who just plodded on soldier-like. But haven't really felt up to it.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-1155726241724037972009-03-21T22:08:00.000+00:002009-03-21T22:08:00.000+00:00I must say Signs, I am finding it hard to blog mys...I must say Signs, I am finding it hard to blog myself at the mo. Words just dried up. Yet they could just come back.<BR/><BR/>But you are right about just disappearing. I hate it when bloggers do just that. I get it, but find it hard.<BR/><BR/>xx.Kahlesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00500615451909999365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-79265720094632956532009-03-21T18:09:00.000+00:002009-03-21T18:09:00.000+00:00dear Trousers, your thoughtfulness always has a qu...dear <B>Trousers</B>, your thoughtfulness always has a quality about it that I appreciate. It's true, it's true - thoughts and even illuminations bloom in the spaces, like weeds or like extraordinary exotic things. Anarchic.<BR/><BR/>Our words exist if no-one reads them? I believe this, but I know many wouldn't.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-65283758504211802412009-03-21T17:51:00.000+00:002009-03-21T17:51:00.000+00:00You've made me thoughtful again. Some of this chim...You've made me thoughtful again. <BR/><BR/>Some of this chimes with me blogwise at the moment, since I'm getting very little traffic right now, and that fact alone makes me wonder whether it's indicative of movement elsewhere, movement away. <BR/><BR/>It also chimes in the sense that it's difficult to write much at the moment: there's plenty I <I>could</I> write about, but I'm not comfortable doing so. So there's an odd stasis, which leaves precisely the kind of space in which thoughts and observations like this can find bloom.<BR/><BR/>For what it's worth, I do feel that our words exist if no-one reads them. Just saying. By the way, there's a lot of power in those last two sentences you've written.trousershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12879862280895772283noreply@blogger.com