tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post3504522377123160320..comments2023-05-22T21:39:03.193+05:30Comments on Absinthe Fever: Around the streetsMonikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844893934428524824noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-87684535386103382552011-08-09T19:02:34.428+05:302011-08-09T19:02:34.428+05:30I was reading your poem quite happily, but in no g...I was reading your poem quite happily, but in no great excitement - to tell the truth - until I came to:-<br />The stooped girl never becomes a woman.<br /><br />That and everything that followed excited wonderfully.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-35035305185671312322011-08-08T02:17:13.638+05:302011-08-08T02:17:13.638+05:30I love the way you've interpreted this paintin...I love the way you've interpreted this painting, it's like the shadows have taken on a life of their own. Wonderful write.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-24185327914190409302011-08-07T23:22:04.961+05:302011-08-07T23:22:04.961+05:30You've created a potent feeling of melancholy,...You've created a potent feeling of melancholy, of a girl/woman trapped. Some phrases I like:<br /><br />chopping the lanes<br /><br />I have a thick word in my mouth, some rotten space.<br /><br />That second one is a very sad image for me, since I think of the poet with an unknown word, or the seed of a word, in her mouth.<br /><br />Thanks for sharing this.Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-37387764456032448142011-08-07T23:16:14.565+05:302011-08-07T23:16:14.565+05:30Really really good, Monika. I had a real sense of ...Really really good, Monika. I had a real sense of revulsion for this picture. Claudia picks up the menace in it her poem as well, but you give it a definite name and face.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-86961339067724060912011-08-07T19:52:37.574+05:302011-08-07T19:52:37.574+05:30I have a thick word in my mouth,
some rotten space...I have a thick word in my mouth,<br />some rotten space.<br />It is the life in domestication<br />with no beginning and no figures<br />like a closed window grating light,<br />humiliating the saplings.<br /><br /><br />Grounding back and black.<br />Some slaved space. <br /><br />This is sheer brilliance! I have been to that pernicious land full of terrors and you describe it with piercing accuracy. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-32647949645970594722011-08-07T17:17:42.287+05:302011-08-07T17:17:42.287+05:30some foreboding words in here...the girl never bec...some foreboding words in here...the girl never becoming a woman...and that close...claudia used menacing, that is def the feel i get...very nice...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-60396061345947334492011-08-07T16:46:56.702+05:302011-08-07T16:46:56.702+05:30nice play of words, capturing the timelessness of ...nice play of words, capturing the timelessness of the painting.<br /><br />this line is interesting:<br />"Grounding back and black.Some slaved space."Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03330793338813508704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-3217868088303916422011-08-07T15:43:17.890+05:302011-08-07T15:43:17.890+05:30I seriously loved the use of words :)I seriously loved the use of words :)S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09544993809645466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486908498401156522.post-20002735133690973292011-08-07T12:39:30.390+05:302011-08-07T12:39:30.390+05:30this is gorgeous monika - you captured the essence...this is gorgeous monika - you captured the essence of the pic so well with your words...the menace.. the emptiness...the loneliness....great write!!Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.com