tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post116609156306071970..comments2024-01-01T21:14:32.790+13:00Comments on Still Standing on her Head: Poetry Thursday: On the Street Where You LiveCatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08236329216260906624noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166311926846789182006-12-17T12:32:00.000+13:002006-12-17T12:32:00.000+13:00Deliquescent. Now there's a word!Deliquescent. Now there's a word!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166285462049697962006-12-17T05:11:00.000+13:002006-12-17T05:11:00.000+13:00Great poem! Just right. A nice contrast between ...Great poem! Just right. A nice contrast between the dead, and the students, filled with life, concerned with living, rather oblivious to the "not ours" dead. I also enjoyed seeing the men with funny hats, etc.Joyce Ellen Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494251587598676788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166217818938135422006-12-16T10:23:00.000+13:002006-12-16T10:23:00.000+13:00You make me want to walk all of your roads with yo...You make me want to walk all of your roads with you - I can't even imagine the beauty of where you grew up. <BR/><BR/>"In Mount St the dead jostle up against us<BR/>They are not ours. We deny them<BR/>elbow room, picnic on their rooftops."<BR/><BR/>This opening is so perfect, it takes my breath away.twilightspiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00338205807151511143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166209389279957852006-12-16T08:03:00.000+13:002006-12-16T08:03:00.000+13:00I like your stories about street names, as well as...I like your stories about street names, as well as your poem and the idea of the dead jostling against the living- the interconnectedness. Well done!paris parfaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05457437124988976587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166180899590421422006-12-16T00:08:00.000+13:002006-12-16T00:08:00.000+13:00Great poem! Just lovely. And it was fun to ready a...Great poem! Just lovely. And it was fun to ready about the places you grew up. I love "Happy Valley Road". <BR/><BR/>Here via michele!Panthergirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03701693312528047037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166176940560891482006-12-15T23:02:00.000+13:002006-12-15T23:02:00.000+13:00What a lovely post. I feel as if I have had a mini...What a lovely post. I feel as if I have had a mini tour of the streets you knew though they are so far away!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for visiting my blog :-)Bobkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11842625953465490864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166174072060654282006-12-15T22:14:00.000+13:002006-12-15T22:14:00.000+13:00I love this...It is so interesting! Writing about ...I love this...It is so interesting! Writing about the streets wqhere you lived...I don't thibk I've ever given that any thought before....I am going to have to explore that...Thanks for the inspiration....<BR/>I love the picture of the Cemetary...it looks very peaceful and a wonderful place to sit and mediate!<BR/><BR/>Here from Michele this early A.M.OldLady Of The Hillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02458879772193114892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166164897246090902006-12-15T19:41:00.000+13:002006-12-15T19:41:00.000+13:00I love your poem. It's quite amazing and I like th...I love your poem. It's quite amazing and I like the story that accompanies it.<BR/>Oh and Michele sent me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166164148751515462006-12-15T19:29:00.000+13:002006-12-15T19:29:00.000+13:00I didn't find it creepy either, C. I like to visit...I didn't find it creepy either, C. I like to visit older cemeteries like the one in that fab photo. I loved your story about the streets in Wellington!Deb Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03322863748665701618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166161819937709912006-12-15T18:50:00.000+13:002006-12-15T18:50:00.000+13:00That's very nice! You set the scene beautifully. I...That's very nice! You set the scene beautifully. I like the Grass Street reference ... (co-incidentally my poem is about streets of grass!)Kay Cookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01791873464409271216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166160074535148882006-12-15T18:21:00.000+13:002006-12-15T18:21:00.000+13:00Michele sent me over the ocean to NZ, Catherine.Bo...Michele sent me over the ocean to NZ, Catherine.<BR/><BR/>Both the Maori phrase "Tai Paku Paku" as well as the translation "gentle murmuring waves" are quite poetic. Spanish works well also but the various Islander languages strike me as especially capable in that regard. Hawaiian names can make me sigh they just sound so nice.<BR/><BR/>It's unfortunate that Christchurch doesn't inspire you, Catherine but fortunate that you have Wellington in your back pocket to give you that inspiration. Cheers.utenzihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15988445461413550750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166138215695496612006-12-15T12:16:00.000+13:002006-12-15T12:16:00.000+13:00This is so great:"We lunch on sandwiches, fruit, a...This is so great:<BR/><BR/>"We lunch on sandwiches, fruit, and each other.<BR/>We compare notes, finish last-minute assignments,<BR/>study various sorts of chemistry."<BR/><BR/>the snackign on each other carries through to studying carious sort sof chemistry. Very nicely done!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04561786891662799199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166126535054075142006-12-15T09:02:00.000+13:002006-12-15T09:02:00.000+13:00Funnily enough, it never occurred to me that lunch...Funnily enough, it never occurred to me that lunch in the cemetery was creepy - I still don't find this one creepy. It is just a lovely green space by the cluster of buildings on the hillside that is the university. We ate lunch there often, quite a few students did. I wrote the poem in the present, but it was actually (gulp) XXX years ago - the photo though was taken yesterday. It was quite a coincidence that I had a chance to go back there this week in time to take a photo for this post.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08236329216260906624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166120845462990142006-12-15T07:27:00.000+13:002006-12-15T07:27:00.000+13:00the dead jostle up against us - really good image....the dead jostle up against us - really good image. This is cool. BBrichard piercehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03648720482758520891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166113229613569332006-12-15T05:20:00.000+13:002006-12-15T05:20:00.000+13:00I love the idea of a rendezvous "on the five nuns"...I love the idea of a rendezvous "on the five nuns"! How bold!GreenishLadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16344455769443353585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166111529375834972006-12-15T04:52:00.000+13:002006-12-15T04:52:00.000+13:00Lunch in a cemetary, eating "sandwiches, fruit, an...Lunch in a cemetary, eating "sandwiches, fruit, and each other"...exciting, yet very creepy! Interesting poem!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166111076595969272006-12-15T04:44:00.000+13:002006-12-15T04:44:00.000+13:00In a way, all streets lead to the cemetery. We are...In a way, all streets lead to the cemetery. We are on a dead end street after all. Like the poem and the images.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-1166102425829618362006-12-15T02:20:00.000+13:002006-12-15T02:20:00.000+13:00Cemeteries scare me but I’m also drawn to them. Y...Cemeteries scare me but I’m also drawn to them. Your poem is beautiful and I feel both drawn to it and pushed away at the same time. What a delightful confusion you’ve touched off in me. Thanks! And my favorite line “We lunch on sandwiches, fruit, and each other.”Dennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15917954423962512385noreply@blogger.com