tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post8063464310077843788..comments2024-02-05T00:16:13.698-05:00Comments on Banjo52: Brian Teare's "Separation is the necessary condition for light": New Light on Old FathersBanjo52http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-64213538914027189772013-10-31T10:44:24.407-04:002013-10-31T10:44:24.407-04:00Not a fan of graffiti? I agree, most of it is horr...Not a fan of graffiti? I agree, most of it is horrible, if I have your take on it correctly. The "tagging" graffiti is basically gang warfare. But Banksy is different. Not only is his work clever and well executed, it's very funny! It's been great to see his stuff pop up around NY this past month. Ken Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100185198750536244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-33595157295385016812013-10-30T11:55:57.052-04:002013-10-30T11:55:57.052-04:00Jean, thanks. Yes, it is dreamlike--and that might...Jean, thanks. Yes, it is dreamlike--and that might help me with that line I struggled with. <br /><br />Ken, talk about deep thoughts! Thanks for this. What about siblings? It seems a shame for such remarkable stuff to go underground forever. Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-26153972496204674092013-10-29T22:11:29.611-04:002013-10-29T22:11:29.611-04:00I concur with karin's sentiment. When mom pass...I concur with karin's sentiment. When mom passed I found about 15 old photo albums under her bed, including one holding a Nazi armband. Something dad took during the war. I have no kids, who gets all the stuff? Maybe I will have it buried with me, like an old Pharaoh! Ken Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100185198750536244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-9734092540483737632013-10-27T18:33:12.767-04:002013-10-27T18:33:12.767-04:00I lie this poem. It reads like a dream, and, acco...I lie this poem. It reads like a dream, and, according to the poet's statement, it came from a dream.Jean Spitzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520415864511680025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-10637659496947138882013-10-25T12:36:04.431-04:002013-10-25T12:36:04.431-04:00PA, As a borderline New Critic, I like the idea of...PA, As a borderline New Critic, I like the idea of stanzas or entire poems as bricks, or other objects. Let me think more about sails as headstones. <br /><br />AH, boy, do we share that about deceased parents. There are people I could ask about mine, but maybe no one who really knew them. And even in Mayberry there's the monster question, Do I want to know the answers? <br /><br />Rune, we should probably take "blonde" any way we can get it. <br /><br />Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-63206971902399207152013-10-25T09:46:20.293-04:002013-10-25T09:46:20.293-04:00I'm a father of four, so in some sense I could...I'm a father of four, so in some sense I could be called "generic". But it is the first time that my ageing, white hear has been called "blonde". I take that as a compliment :-)<br />Rune Eidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01008247272056395901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-31666385012017010732013-10-24T17:00:13.360-04:002013-10-24T17:00:13.360-04:00Powerful ending. And yes, I guess in a way, parent...Powerful ending. And yes, I guess in a way, parents are a generic concept. All of them have the same name, or close to it -- Mom and Dad. Springing to life only when we're born. After mine died, I grew much more curious about them, as individuals, and have lots of questions now, finally. Too late for answers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-2790072237122845442013-10-24T14:19:37.980-04:002013-10-24T14:19:37.980-04:00I interpreted "the fatherless adult child as ...I interpreted "the fatherless adult child as a drifting sail" as headstones. To much candy corn?<br /><br />Interesting poem - and when I say 'interesting' I mean it as such. The way the text is placed reminds me of bricks. I've been collaborating with a poet for an out of doors installation piece. We got to talking about the idea of poems being objects. Beyond the words and their meaning. No conclusions on this side - just fodder for thought. Pasadena Adjacenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09031325790590238246noreply@blogger.com