tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post113381397875908392..comments2023-05-28T04:34:00.429-06:00Comments on Hawk Circle: In the Late-Night MirrorPatrick M. Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1135114809031233042005-12-20T14:40:00.000-07:002005-12-20T14:40:00.000-07:00That's very kind of you, Firehawk. As you see, I'...That's very kind of you, Firehawk. As you see, I'm still out here, spending a lot more time reading these days, which is no bad thing. I'm doing some writing, too, although I've no one to test it out on these days, which I miss. I tend to find myself asking questions lie "How would Firehawk read that?"!!<BR/><BR/>Have a great Christmas and a happy New Year. <BR/><BR/>KenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1134438692435662602005-12-12T18:51:00.000-07:002005-12-12T18:51:00.000-07:00Ken,It happened fast, that's true, but you'd menti...Ken,<BR/><BR/>It happened fast, that's true, but you'd mentioned stopping before, so it wasn't altogether unheralded. Still, the departure was sudden, and I sulked a bit for a few days. <BR/><BR/>I'd love to have you continue to come over and say hello. The last thing I'd want to do would be to make you feel uncomfortable doing so.<BR/><BR/>Again, I'll miss coming to your site a great deal, and I hope you find that you miss it after a while. That's selfish, of course, but I felt like your site enriched the blogsphere, and my own time in it. <BR/><BR/>Good luck in all your ventures, and I hope to see your comments when you're in the neighborhood.Patrick M. Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1134438336140104152005-12-12T18:45:00.000-07:002005-12-12T18:45:00.000-07:00Bill,Thanks a lot. I felt like it went pretty qui...Bill,<BR/><BR/>Thanks a lot. I felt like it went pretty quickly for a big one, once I read through it a few times. I'm glad that you felt the same.<BR/><BR/>Mush,<BR/><BR/>I'm glad that you felt it stayed together over the many stanzas. Thanks for coming by!Patrick M. Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1134426521878377442005-12-12T15:28:00.000-07:002005-12-12T15:28:00.000-07:00A voice from the Outside! I just wanted to drop i...A voice from the Outside! I just wanted to drop in and say thanks for all your massive support over the months and to apologize for my precipitate goodbye, which, having been brooding over it for weeks, suddenly demanded to happen over the weekend. I hope you won't mind my dropping to read and enjoy every now and then.<BR/><BR/>KenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1134272268421967472005-12-10T20:37:00.000-07:002005-12-10T20:37:00.000-07:00None at all Firehawk, loved it. :)None at all Firehawk, loved it. :)Mushsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16135378384609982640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1134241098434429362005-12-10T11:58:00.000-07:002005-12-10T11:58:00.000-07:00I, like Mushter, didn't want this one to end. You...I, like Mushter, didn't want this one to end. You had me wrapped up in the story, there lives, interactions, the whole tactile feel of the words.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07338910000372628114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1134145732909549512005-12-09T09:28:00.000-07:002005-12-09T09:28:00.000-07:00Moose,I think, with the quickling issue, it was ju...Moose,<BR/><BR/>I think, with the quickling issue, it was just me trying to impose form on a formless thing. I trust the words that come to me and write them down, so sometimes I don't have a solid rationale for why I chose them. Maybe I didn't, and they chose me, if that makes any sense.<BR/><BR/>As to timescale when I'm writing, I try to finish poems in one sitting, if possible. For me, they usually come as a string of thoughts and images, and I just try to get them written while they're fresh in my mind. If I get too analytical during the initial process, it usually ruins my flow. I can fiddle a word or phrase afterward, but that's just being an editor. I have to get the real work done with my brain "turned off". <BR/><BR/>Ken,<BR/><BR/>Your comment made my week. I'm at a loss for words, really. Thank you.Patrick M. Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1133973786665148952005-12-07T09:43:00.000-07:002005-12-07T09:43:00.000-07:00Mmm, by complicated I meant emotionally complicate...Mmm, by complicated I meant emotionally complicated, nuanced, layered, complex. (It was not intended as a criticism.) Though I don't find this a comfortable poem to read, it's not the poem's fault. It's my wish that life were less difficult. But this poem tends to the fine layers of wounds and difficulties and loves and sorrows and fears with sensitivity.<BR/><BR/>I like the word quickling. It should be a word, I think. It seems to turn an adjective into a verb that suggests quickness, but also evasiveness, and smallness. I think of "-ling" as a diminutive ending, almost affectionate, which gives an interesting twist. So I still wonder what you meant? (If you know or can articulate it...)<BR/><BR/>I don't sense any disjunction. Do you usually write your poems all in one sitting? They tend to be so long that would surprise me, if it's true. (But then, if I had the time, perhaps I would, too?)MBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14515233228776181123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1133934901032359452005-12-06T22:55:00.000-07:002005-12-06T22:55:00.000-07:00Doc,Idle hands are tools of the Poet.Moose,Glad yo...Doc,<BR/><BR/>Idle hands are tools of the Poet.<BR/><BR/>Moose,<BR/><BR/>Glad you liked it. I'm afraid it did get rather lenghty and convoluted, but I suppose I was wearing my poet's armband and my fiction writer's beret at the same time. <BR/><BR/>Quickling? I suppose I may have made the word up for the way it sounded. It seemed right at the moment, some sudden impulse that comes from nowhere.<BR/><BR/>Mush,<BR/><BR/>There was a time, when I was writing, it, where I wondered if it would! I kept getting interrupted, and it took me longer than I generally require to finish this one. I hope there's no disjunction because of having to space it out into multiple sittings.Patrick M. Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14366666601869757080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1133908414430058992005-12-06T15:33:00.000-07:002005-12-06T15:33:00.000-07:00Wow. What a story teller you are. I didn't want th...Wow. What a story teller you are. I didn't want this to end.Mushsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16135378384609982640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1133816370228394802005-12-05T13:59:00.001-07:002005-12-05T13:59:00.001-07:00Damn, this is good. Hard, sad, complicated, and go...Damn, this is good. Hard, sad, complicated, and good. <BR/><BR/>I wonder what you mean by "quickling?"MBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14515233228776181123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12005479.post-1133816341076107082005-12-05T13:59:00.000-07:002005-12-05T13:59:00.000-07:00Ah, Firehawk. I was surprised to see another entr...Ah, Firehawk. I was surprised to see another entry so soon, and what an entry it is, too. Wow! You certainly do have a way of telling it like it is, that's for sure. This is a wonderfully confrontational, yet sensitive piece of work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com