tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post4210108106792441652..comments2024-02-05T00:16:13.698-05:00Comments on Banjo52: "Winter Love" by Linda Gregg Banjo52http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-23599715422401129842013-01-06T13:04:05.365-05:002013-01-06T13:04:05.365-05:00Hannah, interesting. Especially when a title is an...Hannah, interesting. Especially when a title is an abstraction, I wonder what the other possibilities are. Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-38903399226886990022013-01-04T11:04:10.370-05:002013-01-04T11:04:10.370-05:00Dang it! I wrote a comment and it didn't seem ...Dang it! I wrote a comment and it didn't seem to save. <br /><br />I said something about connecting elegance to the abandoned--about how odd and interesting that is. I also wondered---could this poem have been called something else? (could we sub in another concept or noun here?).Hannah Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-36453092611306198342012-12-26T17:16:11.550-05:002012-12-26T17:16:11.550-05:00You too, Ken. You too, Ken. Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-9297871578968754892012-12-25T12:24:51.456-05:002012-12-25T12:24:51.456-05:00Merry Christmas!Merry Christmas!Ken Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100185198750536244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-55239028120980534352012-12-24T12:49:49.679-05:002012-12-24T12:49:49.679-05:00Stickup, good deal. And thanks. Stickup, good deal. And thanks. Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-65652051824362685292012-12-24T12:48:46.582-05:002012-12-24T12:48:46.582-05:00Bill, thanks for the ideas! You've given me so...Bill, thanks for the ideas! You've given me so much to think about that I'm considering a full response in the form of a new post. Your last sentence is especially terrific--"clipped like winter bushes" . . . "another word would be too much in the silence." Wow. <br /><br />RuneE, kind words as always. Thanks. I probably shouldn't be throwing around words like "entropy," knowing as little science as I do. If not a simplification, does it make sense to think of entropy as an opposite to "decorating"? <br /><br />Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-37949008059849887022012-12-24T11:55:26.983-05:002012-12-24T11:55:26.983-05:00Will return after the festivities for commenting. ...Will return after the festivities for commenting. Just stopped by to wish you a Very Merry Christmas! Love the photos!Stickup Artisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00028394186285973772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-33940349708290876872012-12-24T04:27:04.967-05:002012-12-24T04:27:04.967-05:00Since entropy (always increasing) is a measure of ...Since entropy (always increasing) is a measure of complexity rather and simplicity, I rather doubt that. But the poem fitted just the same. Not to mention the photos :-)<br /><br />A Merry Christmas to you and your dear ones!<br /><br />PS Thank you for the nice comment about the photo. He is our first grandchild, then three weeks old, carried on the breast of his mother, our eldest daughter. Five weeks later one of her sisters had a sweet little girl. It has been a busy autumn :-)<br />Rune Eidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01008247272056395901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-73952300416324215222012-12-24T02:36:18.485-05:002012-12-24T02:36:18.485-05:00I made the mistake of looking at your lucid interp...I made the mistake of looking at your lucid interpretation (and those phosphorescent photos) before reading the poem. It seemed you quite captured the implications and spaces in the, as you say, “modestly affirmative poem,” presenting a very interesting picture of how gift by gift we lose the gratefulness required of Christmas. But then I read the poem again, and realized that it provides no real information about what is going on. The first sentence may or may not be nonsense. The second sentence is all nuance with no payoff. The third, fourth and fifth are of course unrelated to what came before, and they are so ordinary that they seem to scream with an undetected symbolism. All that is the magic of the poem, for it is no more “about” something than a painting by Matisse. If we were to learn this is about the holidays, or a breakup, or depression, or writing a poem, or (god forbid) a death, it would make it all just too bad. Instead, we have the eeriness of how we spend our moments laid out and clipped like winter bushes to the point that we want to know so much more even though we know another word would be too much in the silence. <br /><br />BillWAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.com