tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post5483563432796434184..comments2024-02-05T00:16:13.698-05:00Comments on Banjo52: Two Snow Scenes: Maureen Seaton and Naomi Shihab NyeBanjo52http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-80250541922070372252014-01-28T17:04:19.580-05:002014-01-28T17:04:19.580-05:00Hannah, thanks for the tip on Ander. I like the wa...Hannah, thanks for the tip on Ander. I like the way he uses ultra-specific details. <br /><br />Jean, thanks. Yes, quite a winter in the upper Midwest.The more LA one can be about it . . . <br /><br />Stickup, I have some memories like that, but I think my good snow events ended in high school. Too bad, for it is pretty, and . . . <br /><br />Julie, yes, surely it leads to extra contemplation for a lot of people. <br /><br />AH, yes, I'm intrigued by the possibilities of what happened in that house. Reminds me of Robert Hayden's great but puzzling line, "the chronic angers of that house." <br /><br /> Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-38727287909244139242014-01-20T19:38:04.739-05:002014-01-20T19:38:04.739-05:00I thought Nye tipped her hand, beautifully, with, ...I thought Nye tipped her hand, beautifully, with, How there can be a place so cold/ any movement saves you.<br /><br />Estrangement, within the family, and any gesture, any gesture at all, will be accepted and considered significant.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-70902988108485186062014-01-19T22:02:15.249-05:002014-01-19T22:02:15.249-05:00I think snow makes us more contemplative because i...I think snow makes us more contemplative because it forces us to slow down.Julie Brownhttp://www.juliebrown.aminus3.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-64615641999002353942014-01-18T20:11:32.208-05:002014-01-18T20:11:32.208-05:00I like both poems; one from the pov of a child, on...I like both poems; one from the pov of a child, one an adult. As kids, we plopped our sleds right outside our garage, rode down a quarter mile driveway, turned right onto a downhill mile of country road, and ended at a frozen stream. Good times...Stickup Artisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00028394186285973772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-62873477623095516242014-01-18T09:24:27.363-05:002014-01-18T09:24:27.363-05:00First photo is beautiful.
With typical LA attitud...First photo is beautiful.<br /><br />With typical LA attitude, I love snow, rush to go out when it is snowing. Useful attitude for Chicago, where there is plenty of snow, ice, slush this season.Jean Spitzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520415864511680025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-37183376057499224292014-01-17T10:17:50.262-05:002014-01-17T10:17:50.262-05:00What I love in this Naomi Shihab Nye poem is how m...What I love in this Naomi Shihab Nye poem is how much is said between the lines (the mysterious crying at home that the children are escaping from, the silences between us, etc.).<br /><br />This morning, I was listening to Ander Monson's essay, "I Have Been Thinking About Snow":<br />http://www.pw.org/content/i_have_been_thinking_about_snowHannah Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.com