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Comment on Stopping Dancing With Me by heelspain4beauty

heelspain4beauty — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 17:20:32 +0000

That is so funny. I laughed. I loved his responses.

Comment on Persistance of Memory? by Michael

Michael — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 12:05:32 +0000

Thank you. I have been a little down after reading a number of reviews that profess to “get” the film. An example of this – http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/filmblog/2009/dec/14/where-the-wild-things-are

“so I’ll leave that to the slew of critics who will watch all movies on their superficial level”

Your piece expands on the film, most other people have reduced it.

Again, thank you

Comment on A Tale of Escape by Janet

Janet — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:18:41 +0000

I kind of want to change the second the last line. Stay tuned.

Comment on You the Crow; Me the Sparrow by heelspain4beauty

heelspain4beauty — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 05:13:18 +0000

Beautiful wonderful and tragic. I really like your use of words and use of story throughout the emotional journey in the poem.

Comment on A Tale of Escape by heelspain4beauty

heelspain4beauty — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 06:42:20 +0000

Wow. Very well done. This totally puts my “ode to mac & cheese” poem to shame. I love how you used the nature of the yard and surrounding area to come out in your writing.

Comment on Persistance of Memory? by heelspain4beauty

heelspain4beauty — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 01:23:40 +0000

I really want to see this film. The soundtrack for it is great.

Comment on Persistance of Memory? by Janet

Janet — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 21:12:56 +0000

When I look back at my childhood I see a lot of imagination, but I also, if I force myself to look hard enough remember my longing to fit in that was really quite painful and depressing. A sort of, “I must live here? I can’t live there?” There being my imaginary realm where only my closest friend was present.

Asphyxiating: a word I will now force into an everyday conversation. What a wonderful adjective.

Comment on Persistance of Memory? by Casey

Casey — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 17:27:00 +0000

I was talking to a friend the other day when she mentioned times as a child she would be crying and couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t being abused or even physically hurt, it’s just something kids do.

It made me think of how violent and asphyxiating childhood really is. I can vividly remember every time I couldn’t breathe.

Comment on Officially: A RUNNER by reno rambler

reno rambler — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 15:18:28 +0000

I took a full semester course entitled, “The Art of Franz Kafka” many years ago. There’s no way that doesn’t mess with your brain a bit. I think I’ve recovered…?

Comment on You the Crow; Me the Sparrow by Janet

Janet — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:47:11 +0000

I actually wrote this in May and I debated posting it for awhile. But I liked it so much that conceit got the better of me.