tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205011361740478772.post2590413258469683736..comments2024-01-22T00:39:34.849-08:00Comments on melissa shook: "Tuesday Poem Project"melissashookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02398008713376655570noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205011361740478772.post-67155249728293803482010-04-14T11:14:43.710-07:002010-04-14T11:14:43.710-07:00so...the tuesday poem project is...posting a poem ...so...the tuesday poem project is...posting a poem every tuesday (i am quite clever, yes?)<br />i might be seduced by a wednesday painted floor project....susan t. landryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454487318141469849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205011361740478772.post-9321613966086602842010-04-14T04:30:58.944-07:002010-04-14T04:30:58.944-07:00What a fantastic poem, Melissa, so vivid. You'...What a fantastic poem, Melissa, so vivid. You've brought a whole new world alive for me. <br /><br />And an old one, too. Those awful wriggling worms.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205011361740478772.post-88233139294437668642010-04-14T04:07:11.055-07:002010-04-14T04:07:11.055-07:00Thank God for Magritte. Great poem. Thanks Melissa...Thank God for Magritte. Great poem. Thanks Melissa.Mary McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07482261103185786111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205011361740478772.post-27565073558877072092010-04-13T15:14:43.687-07:002010-04-13T15:14:43.687-07:00Thank you for opening the door on this moment from...Thank you for opening the door on this moment from your past, Melissa... <br /><br />A vigorous river courses through your writing; I am struck - again - by the love and solidarity between you and your daughter. <br /><br />L, CClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205011361740478772.post-74892698121425139662010-04-13T08:57:35.138-07:002010-04-13T08:57:35.138-07:00That lovely last line puts a spine in the poem, a ...That lovely last line puts a spine in the poem, a predictive, perhaps, that you in the difficult real world will always be riding toward the redemption of art, as a parallel to the inexplicable worms. So evocative, Melissa!Melissa Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03270919534011711225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205011361740478772.post-5310261672451151732010-04-13T07:31:59.832-07:002010-04-13T07:31:59.832-07:00Nostalgia and regret. A flood of memories and the...Nostalgia and regret. A flood of memories and the feel of life in the east village in the 1960's. The woman in the poem turns toward the clearer life of art: the Magritte, and the red floor, which is also art-full. Was it Chinese red? The sixties was a period for floor painting. I remember a floor painted violet in the South End. I painted my floor with Benjamin Moore's "Daffodil Yellow." Oh, the redemption of color.Mimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13039776441665375475noreply@blogger.com