tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post3616838227804326036..comments2024-01-23T16:15:06.067+05:30Comments on Small Talk: small talkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07067866444227186612noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-14717613680795592542011-06-01T18:15:30.076+05:302011-06-01T18:15:30.076+05:30Requires some courage, certainly, but also a suspe...Requires some courage, certainly, but also a suspension, momentarily/temporarily, of imagination. <br /><br />Thoroughly enjoying your blog, great to revisit old favorites and look at new ones. Have been spending way too much time here, now I need to find the 'impetus' to get back to work. <br /><br />Thanks for all this.RGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-21463332200830364272008-04-29T09:54:00.000+05:302008-04-29T09:54:00.000+05:30ha ha vineeta. i think i better do the same.ha ha vineeta. i think i better do the same.small talkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07067866444227186612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-16942632981135581232008-04-28T20:16:00.000+05:302008-04-28T20:16:00.000+05:30:) I loved this post. I had better print this word...:) I loved this post. I had better print this word out and stick it someplace I can see it :) often.Vineetahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342570175344803938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-23533633775404512732008-04-07T13:27:00.000+05:302008-04-07T13:27:00.000+05:30wow anonymous... i wish you wouldn't remain anonym...wow anonymous... i wish you wouldn't remain anonymous.small talkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07067866444227186612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-37293288613702003622008-04-07T01:17:00.001+05:302008-04-07T01:17:00.001+05:30I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my gre...I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;<BR/>It is what you fear.<BR/>I do not fear it: I have been there.<BR/><BR/>Is it the sea you hear in me,<BR/>Its dissatisfactions?<BR/>Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?<BR/><BR/>Love is a shadow.<BR/>How you lie and cry after it.<BR/>Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.<BR/><BR/>All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously,<BR/>Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,<BR/>Echoing, echoing.<BR/><BR/>Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?<BR/>This is rain now, the big hush.<BR/>And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.<BR/><BR/>I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.<BR/>Scorched to the root<BR/>My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires.<BR/><BR/>Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.<BR/>A wind of such violence<BR/>Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.<BR/><BR/>The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me<BR/>Cruelly, being barren.<BR/>Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.<BR/><BR/>I let her go. I let her go<BR/>Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery.<BR/>How your bad dreams possess and endow me.<BR/><BR/>I am inhabited by a cry.<BR/>Nightly it flaps out<BR/>Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.<BR/><BR/>I am terrified by this dark thing<BR/>That sleeps in me;<BR/>All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.<BR/><BR/>Clouds pass and disperse.<BR/>Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?<BR/>Is it for such I agitate my heart?<BR/><BR/>I am incapable of more knowledge.<BR/>What is this, this face<BR/>So murderous in its strangle of branches? ----<BR/><BR/>Its snaky acids kiss.<BR/>It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults<BR/>That kill, that kill, that kill.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-88699844813041123742008-04-07T01:17:00.000+05:302008-04-07T01:17:00.000+05:30I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my gre...I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;<BR/>It is what you fear.<BR/>I do not fear it: I have been there.<BR/><BR/>Is it the sea you hear in me,<BR/>Its dissatisfactions?<BR/>Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?<BR/><BR/>Love is a shadow.<BR/>How you lie and cry after it.<BR/>Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.<BR/><BR/>All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously,<BR/>Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,<BR/>Echoing, echoing.<BR/><BR/>Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?<BR/>This is rain now, the big hush.<BR/>And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.<BR/><BR/>I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.<BR/>Scorched to the root<BR/>My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires.<BR/><BR/>Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.<BR/>A wind of such violence<BR/>Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.<BR/><BR/>The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me<BR/>Cruelly, being barren.<BR/>Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.<BR/><BR/>I let her go. I let her go<BR/>Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery.<BR/>How your bad dreams possess and endow me.<BR/><BR/>I am inhabited by a cry.<BR/>Nightly it flaps out<BR/>Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.<BR/><BR/>I am terrified by this dark thing<BR/>That sleeps in me;<BR/>All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.<BR/><BR/>Clouds pass and disperse.<BR/>Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?<BR/>Is it for such I agitate my heart?<BR/><BR/>I am incapable of more knowledge.<BR/>What is this, this face<BR/>So murderous in its strangle of branches? ----<BR/><BR/>Its snaky acids kiss.<BR/>It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults<BR/>That kill, that kill, that kill.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-37037649722676714362008-03-28T18:38:00.000+05:302008-03-28T18:38:00.000+05:30sounds like a case of middle-aged life's-passing-m...sounds like a case of middle-aged life's-passing-me-by angst...hey, it's fine if you're not "impetuous" and "carefree" - odds are you're not about to turn into britney spears overnight. you are what you are, and lots of people appreciate you for just what you are, you know!<BR/>the things that you talk about are such ordinary pleasures, though, i'm surprised you even bring them up - can't sleep in for a day, play some pictionary? what slavedriving world do you live in??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-70599806973538959362008-03-27T18:16:00.000+05:302008-03-27T18:16:00.000+05:30WOW! Could so relate to this post. Me neither. I w...WOW! Could so relate to this post. Me neither. I want to be though. I always feel that when I see people dancing.<BR/><BR/>BTW have a lil something for you on my blog.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223073.post-49631568182299524202008-03-25T19:45:00.000+05:302008-03-25T19:45:00.000+05:30Not me either...not right now anyway...may be once...Not me either...not right now anyway...may be once upon a star..!<BR/><BR/>You are right, young and impetuous go together often. It is even accepted in the young, but in grown adults it is seen as irresponsible..ULhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15005895432233940416noreply@blogger.com