tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358346.post115697624174106993..comments2023-10-10T11:56:24.878-05:00Comments on cafe' cafe': Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195202743154382432noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358346.post-1157258269232939922006-09-02T23:37:00.000-05:002006-09-02T23:37:00.000-05:00great poem. i love how uncompromising your work is...great poem. i love how uncompromising your work is. it has a confidence and is quite subversive in itself. i admire that.JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08572294700043080025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358346.post-1157217181539589702006-09-02T12:13:00.000-05:002006-09-02T12:13:00.000-05:00I swear to god, you're my poetry hero. Not heroin...I swear to god, you're my poetry hero. Not heroine. HERO.<BR/><BR/>This is so damned good. And really, that simple little phrase doesn't begin to cover what this poem does for me.<BR/><BR/>Since this is untitled, had you considered using the first line as the title then jumping headfirst into the poem and use "the veins are empty..." as the first line?<BR/><BR/>Good, good, good to read you.<BR/><BR/>Incidentally, I thought of you while watching the Emmys. When Helen Mirren (who I love) said that the real triumph of her evening was not the Emmy she'd just received but the accomplishment of ascending the steps without falling "ass over tit," you popped into my head.<BR/><BR/>Ass over tit is so very British. And so very you.<BR/><BR/>(smile)LKDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02171027823523187126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13358346.post-1156989287229594592006-08-30T20:54:00.000-05:002006-08-30T20:54:00.000-05:00love your work...love your work...derekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15992475453328145902noreply@blogger.com