Your poems always leave a great deal of room for interpretation. I identified with a feeling of "who have you angered now" in that personal attacks often come through in critiques of a person's poetry. Evocative bringing on the provocative where envy and jealousy play a role. I loved image of hirsute thoughts bristling.
Yes indeed and it appears that that history has not yet ended. A butcher can not be faint hearted, he rips the guts out of things, which if it's the food and adds to its taste and flavor is okay, but if it is the artist's hand or fingers doesn't work out as well.
Yes indeed and it appears that that history has not yet ended. A butcher can not be faint hearted, he rips the guts out of things, which if it's the food and adds to its taste and flavor is okay, but if it is the artist's hand or fingers doesn't work out as well.
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I gave up shallying, but having difficulty giving up shillying! It's Lent soon. I will try then. lol.
Will be shelling some crustaceans 🦞 on Fridays?
Your poems always leave a great deal of room for interpretation. I identified with a feeling of "who have you angered now" in that personal attacks often come through in critiques of a person's poetry. Evocative bringing on the provocative where envy and jealousy play a role. I loved image of hirsute thoughts bristling.
Thanks Soren. It does also call to mind the quarreling and squabbling of artists throughout history. Really not for the feint of heart!
Yes indeed and it appears that that history has not yet ended. A butcher can not be faint hearted, he rips the guts out of things, which if it's the food and adds to its taste and flavor is okay, but if it is the artist's hand or fingers doesn't work out as well.
Yes indeed and it appears that that history has not yet ended. A butcher can not be faint hearted, he rips the guts out of things, which if it's the food and adds to its taste and flavor is okay, but if it is the artist's hand or fingers doesn't work out as well.
there simply is not enough of it about .. is there ..
…never enough!
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