tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post3019964181661709519..comments2024-02-05T00:16:13.698-05:00Comments on Banjo52: "The Bean Eaters" by Gwendolyn BrooksBanjo52http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-39931283516983405692010-02-26T21:24:23.187-05:002010-02-26T21:24:23.187-05:00Sister Wimmins. What a marvel that there's not...Sister Wimmins. What a marvel that there's not already such an organization. GREAT name!! <br /><br />So glad I could serve as catalyst for all these barbed tongues. A man needs a mission in life.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-15206961587138370282010-02-26T19:53:19.864-05:002010-02-26T19:53:19.864-05:00Brenda, guess we should call each other Sister Wom...Brenda, guess we should call each other Sister Woman from now on.<br /><br />(Thinks if he puts up a new post he'll distract us. Doesn't know the Sister Wimmins.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-6031878772355245752010-02-26T18:43:22.537-05:002010-02-26T18:43:22.537-05:00Ladies, wimmins, and others, I changed my picture ...Ladies, wimmins, and others, I changed my picture (er, avatar, er, icon) about 3 months ago. Apparently you weren't paying much attention. <br /><br />If you don't take good notes, you might get only a B+ on the exam (demonstrating that grade inflation is real).Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-89233040404723276392010-02-26T17:32:38.738-05:002010-02-26T17:32:38.738-05:00So you changed your avatar to Banjo and Guitar jus...So you changed your avatar to Banjo and Guitar just because Paula commented on the old one? Paula, you rock! AH, I guess you and I are still just wimmins...Brenda's Arizonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17880225110712592548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-83896164655850017982010-02-26T13:08:27.775-05:002010-02-26T13:08:27.775-05:00No one is safe from non-wrestling women. Especiall...No one is safe from non-wrestling women. Especially ANNOYED non-wresting women.Brenda's Arizonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17880225110712592548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-65572903926390217272010-02-26T10:33:20.943-05:002010-02-26T10:33:20.943-05:00Methinks Banjo is failing to live up to his sardon...Methinks Banjo is failing to live up to his sardonic yet sensitive pose. Apparently if we disagree with the professor, we turn into wimmins.<br /><br />I did try Paula's technique of reading it aloud, and that did help. But I still say the last line doesn't live up to the rest of the poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-5005690667274638482010-02-26T08:20:17.176-05:002010-02-26T08:20:17.176-05:00Now I'm reduced to an "avatar"--by D...Now I'm reduced to an "avatar"--by Donaldina Duck, no less. <br /><br />Some free-floating hostility here, it's clear to me. Maybe a 3-woman tag team? But I'll be watching on a monitor, from a safe distance. Scary stuff.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-43550331108371948712010-02-25T22:30:12.904-05:002010-02-25T22:30:12.904-05:00PS Every time I see you avatar I think I'm loo...PS Every time I see you avatar I think I'm looking at a long necked goose with a big orange bill.PJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12059415005282675289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-42235023805367685892010-02-25T22:28:31.790-05:002010-02-25T22:28:31.790-05:00Hiker, I'll be first in line to buy a ticket. ...Hiker, I'll be first in line to buy a ticket. But remember, he has a banjo.PJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12059415005282675289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-88121445059269686042010-02-25T19:13:59.256-05:002010-02-25T19:13:59.256-05:00WRESTLER, WRESTLER, WRESTLER . . .WRESTLER, WRESTLER, WRESTLER . . .Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-77965391383334326262010-02-25T10:47:44.879-05:002010-02-25T10:47:44.879-05:00You're right Brenda. If he says that again I&#...You're right Brenda. If he says that again I'm gonna kick his ass.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-41510765397450908982010-02-24T21:51:20.159-05:002010-02-24T21:51:20.159-05:00You have to read this one out loud, otherwise it d...You have to read this one out loud, otherwise it doesn't flow. Out loud - well, it's amazing. Just read silently - meh. I think it's a long oral history in three short, succinct stanzas. That's a gift.PJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12059415005282675289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-31686167718096469392010-02-24T20:37:35.334-05:002010-02-24T20:37:35.334-05:00I don't think AH & I are wrestling materia...I don't think AH & I are wrestling material at all. Now as a poet, certainly you can come up with a better analogy/simile/facsimile (haha)?Brenda's Arizonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17880225110712592548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-58778041033944416682010-02-24T18:18:38.829-05:002010-02-24T18:18:38.829-05:00Ken, I would hardly call your place a joint--great...Ken, I would hardly call your place a joint--great NY photos there. <br /><br />By the way, about your diner closing down . . . we have a diner in suburban Detroit that's a NY/NJ wannabe--silver exterior, the railroad car look. Some like it because it was the first of its kind in the area; some hate it for being a wannabe. It does a crackling business. <br /><br />"Coney Islands" are BIG in metro Detroit.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-86896821184380239452010-02-24T18:14:35.469-05:002010-02-24T18:14:35.469-05:00AH and Brenda, about the last line, there you go, ...AH and Brenda, about the last line, there you go, tag-teaming again (you don't mind if I call you lady wrestlers?). <br /><br />I'm not sure I disagree, but is that line also the only one that tries to see the couple as individuals rather than a type? If it fails, does it fail because of that? <br /><br />Brenda, your dad and mine . . . all the men from that little college? More likely, all the men of a certain era? <br /><br />As for the beans . . . I have a little bit of sense about where not to go . . .Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-27811729271367506322010-02-24T18:03:38.831-05:002010-02-24T18:03:38.831-05:00point well taken back at my joint!point well taken back at my joint!Ken Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100185198750536244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-79679186211125627192010-02-24T14:42:40.655-05:002010-02-24T14:42:40.655-05:00I have read it a few more times, and the last line...I have read it a few more times, and the last line just fails me. The poem is very descriptive up till then...<br />I felt I knew this couple until that line.<br /><br />In fact, except for the beans, this could have been my parents. "They keep putting on their clothes" even though they have 'lived their life'. My dad's golden rule: always be showered, dressed and shaved by 9 AM. Even when he was retired, he followed that rule. Luckily for mom, he didn't eat beans.Brenda's Arizonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17880225110712592548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-1263207833592477152010-02-24T10:52:24.407-05:002010-02-24T10:52:24.407-05:00Yes, I feel the affection, and like the poem quite...Yes, I feel the affection, and like the poem quite a bit until the last line. But I'll read it a few more times to see if that changes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com