tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post8677647694017342615..comments2023-10-04T17:13:47.394+03:00Comments on future of my past: barefoot in the bellyAnna MRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-76805565063740027862012-11-05T22:14:27.631+02:002012-11-05T22:14:27.631+02:00Signs – you are telepathic or psychic or something...<b>Signs</b> – you are telepathic or psychic or something strange, you know? For verily, I have only learned about Mary Oliver's work within the last few weeks (I cannot remember how exactly, but I followed someone who'd commented on your blog and perhaps searched a poem they quoted or something like that). And though I must say her work was a most pleasing find, I had no conscious recollection of the few poems I read (but which did indeed include the Wild Geese poem) when writing this post. Now that you've mentioned it, however, the subconscious connection is obvious. <br /><br />How properly strange. <br /><br />Obviously, I am with you and Marina T. on the angels and God question. (And thank you for your very very kind words on the poeticprosething. Embarrassed, blushing, hence putting it all in these here brackets.)<br /><br /><b>Fire Bird</b>, how very nice to see you. I don't know how and what to think on the oncoming cessation of that particular body-project…it may, of course, feel like a new-found freedom for the body animal, as you suggest. At the moment, though, there is a certain melancholy taste to the thought/reality. Life is actually really rather short, is it not?<br /><br />In the days of yore, Fire Birdy, when I was a young and bouncy blogger, I used to give Finnish-language names to my guests. I play less regularly, these days – the world is older and so are we – but I have a sense that giving you know your name <i>Tulilintu</i> is somehow very right. <br /><br />x x one each ladiesAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-30702223304730539442012-11-01T23:35:17.928+02:002012-11-01T23:35:17.928+02:00... and then suddenly it stops that particular pro...... and then suddenly it stops that particular project, and cronehood seems a little closer, and a new kind of freedom for the animal-body beckons... coming soon for you too!!Fire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-45306908080215089182012-11-01T17:42:35.175+02:002012-11-01T17:42:35.175+02:00Properly weird? Properly poeticproselike. So ser...Properly weird? Properly poeticproselike. So seriously watch it. And you were referencing the Mary Oliver 'Wild Geese' poem, yes? Wonderful.<br /><br />Of course, we may be what our Grandmas ate (schmalzbrot, sauerkraut und bohnen suppe) *and* be punished by the jealous God for the sin of the parents. This might explain a lot, in fact. <br /><br />Sometimes I'm with Marina Tsvetayeva who could only love God's beautiful angels but not the big man himself. <br /><br />"Oh the animal that is my body, how pure you are ...." - oh yes, indeed, Schwes.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.com