tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20269767.post6466813609413927901..comments2024-03-08T08:21:45.799-05:00Comments on sam of the ten thousand things: in the nothing...sam of the ten thousand thingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378206265831223396noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20269767.post-54453172980068778302008-04-20T17:31:00.000-04:002008-04-20T17:31:00.000-04:00sam! i read this a few days ago and haven't been a...sam! i read this a few days ago and haven't been able to respond: dead?! no, no. just overlooked in the spring cleaning. <BR/><BR/>your words, though, did put me in mind of how i feel some days about my own writing, how i suppose so many of us do. it's just this weather, this almost, this false. it's so difficult right now. and, that's how you know it's poetry.<BR/><BR/>there's an unusual suspectAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20269767.post-67220333965620982002008-04-15T18:52:00.000-04:002008-04-15T18:52:00.000-04:00Thanks, Suzanne.Thanks, Suzanne.sam of the ten thousand thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04378206265831223396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20269767.post-10741167631627874102008-04-15T04:53:00.000-04:002008-04-15T04:53:00.000-04:00I like to believe that I am always writing, pen in...I like to believe that I am always writing, pen in hand or not. Sam, I've learned to embrace the quiet times and I hope you do too.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16623018763486643999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20269767.post-14933806660409230482008-04-13T08:37:00.000-04:002008-04-13T08:37:00.000-04:00Thanks to Laurel, Collin & Lisa for your comments....Thanks to Laurel, Collin & Lisa for your comments.sam of the ten thousand thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04378206265831223396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20269767.post-17723107853241553082008-04-13T02:44:00.000-04:002008-04-13T02:44:00.000-04:00Sam of Ten Thousand Things...first, thank you for ...Sam of Ten Thousand Things...first, thank you for your comment at my blog(the entry about George W. "envying" the troops on the front lines, as he found it "romantic").<BR/>Next, DON'T WORRY! Your poetry is there.It is not dead, or buried. I like to think of poems as being "dormant" or "active". Although this metaphor is a tiny bit unfortunate, because it sounds like I am describing an illness, Lisa Nanette Allenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15263158091013515471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20269767.post-25648214340645683122008-04-12T17:01:00.000-04:002008-04-12T17:01:00.000-04:00I agree with ikd. I didn't write a single poem fro...I agree with ikd. I didn't write a single poem from about 1999 to 2001. I just thought I had nothing else to say and was completely uninspired and unmotivated. I didn't even consider it "writer's block" because I was working on a novel at the time, but poetry just went into hibernation. It woke up again and yours will, too. When you least expect it.Collin Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03777180960376039699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20269767.post-21355518852966058942008-04-12T11:47:00.000-04:002008-04-12T11:47:00.000-04:00Dead? Naw. Buried, maybe. I refuse to believe th...Dead? Naw. Buried, maybe. <BR/><BR/>I refuse to believe that your poetry is dead. Or dying.<BR/><BR/>I feel the same way about mine.<BR/><BR/>Maybe you should view it as I'm viewing my situation. <BR/><BR/>Maybe your poetry is undergoing a transitioning. Maybe it's changing into something new.<BR/><BR/>Maybe it is dying...and will rise like a phoenix from the flames.<BR/><BR/>I'm really down LKDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02171027823523187126noreply@blogger.com