Comments on: Changelings

By: Bill

Bill — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 04:26:23 +0000

It may have taken me a while, but today, when walking in twilight, mind busy with Martian stones and Gaza dust, as it has been over the last twenty-four hours, I turned my interior glance upward and saw the blackness that you wrote of and had the chilling feeling that I was looking out of the ochreous eye of a dead planet, which in some infinitesimal way maybe it isn’t, if the news it true, but that’s another matter.

By: marja-leena

marja-leena — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 23:55:18 +0000

Wow, quite spell binding and terrifying..

By: Michelle

Michelle — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 20:16:39 +0000

I’m without words.

By: Jean

Jean — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 16:48:20 +0000

Stunning. I found that the ‘other news’ kindof broke the spell, stopped it rising to some height of poetical perfection, but then again what do we want, to survive the thought and have a view, or poetical perfection? In this case, if the image is not somehow broken, diffused or put into perspective quite quickly it just drives you into a place of numb horror.

By: Dave

Dave — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 21:55:16 +0000

Thanks folks. Deb, sorry for the oversight. I’ve edited the post to include both links.

By: Deb

Deb — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 20:46:59 +0000

You’ve done it again. Taken the horrible and paired it with a wonder. All those bones. All those stones.

(Not to be rude to broken flesh, could you link to the science article?)

By: Lady P

Lady P — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 20:16:15 +0000

I thought I’d thought in and through and round those children already. I hadn’t.

By: dale

dale — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 19:43:06 +0000

God damn. If poetry could end the war, this would end it.

By: Dave

Dave — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 18:38:09 +0000

Lanky – Fortunately for both me and the borough, I’m a Snyder Township resident. The guy you want is my brother Steve. He lives right on Logan Avenue.

By: Lucy

Lucy — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 17:33:26 +0000

The wind blows cold through this…