tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12058307.post6069970722953935542..comments2023-06-14T03:58:14.396-07:00Comments on Half-formed, the Processes of Mary Stebbins Taitt: A Perfect LoveMary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12058307.post-89386760002681660902009-04-20T07:54:00.000-07:002009-04-20T07:54:00.000-07:00I am way behind on my email and blogging.
So sorr...I am way behind on my email and blogging.<br /><br />So sorry!<br /><br />Thank you Linda and Steve for your comments. Steve, I do so appreciate your bravery AND your wonderful art--I wish I could have done a better illo for the poem. (Oh, and it IS a poem, a prose poem to be sure.)Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12058307.post-88192927241919982162009-02-28T20:11:00.000-08:002009-02-28T20:11:00.000-08:00OK... I will gingerly post here (a wee bit intimid...OK... I will gingerly post here (a wee bit intimidating in this case, being a male...)<BR/><BR/>I loved the strong imagery in this. The petals heading more and more for black - the petals kidnapped moving to soot. And I can't help but get a little breathless at the thought of the "perfect love" (that detail provided only in the illustration, but it's a key in some ways to the poem, I think). That perfect love is beautiful and also the pursuit of it seems to have been fatal. A happy way to die, perhaps, but deadly all the same?<BR/><BR/>Blockheads are safer... (grin)Steve Emeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08628329561652344403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12058307.post-65578110589748679882009-02-26T20:05:00.000-08:002009-02-26T20:05:00.000-08:00well,,I was so hoping you would not say this was b...well,,I was so hoping you would not say this was based on personal experience...men can be blockheads!<BR/><BR/>absolutely stunning prose...<BR/><BR/>xoL'Adelaidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10725322054223364858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12058307.post-64492512169094579322009-02-25T05:55:00.000-08:002009-02-25T05:55:00.000-08:00Thanks so much O-frute! LOL!Of course the poem ar...Thanks so much O-frute! LOL!<BR/><BR/>Of course the poem arose from an incident where my husband was throwing away fabric rose petals I'd collected in the cemetery and had had in my pocket until I needed to launder my coat--he was throwing them out without asking me if I wanted. hello? I'd collected them because I WANTED THEM!<BR/><BR/>Men are rather dense sometimes.<BR/><BR/>But he's often sweet and loving, so I have to keep forgiving him for being a blockhead.Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12058307.post-77093934398999041562009-02-25T05:30:00.000-08:002009-02-25T05:30:00.000-08:00wow. that is quite a poem. wonderful. why don't me...wow. that is quite a poem. wonderful. why don't men get it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com