tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post4941868307201624555..comments2023-04-26T03:57:43.775+01:00Comments on The Magpie Files: Without Poetry...alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-27503153293908883972008-11-07T21:42:00.000+00:002008-11-07T21:42:00.000+00:00oh, Wallace Stevensof course my favourite poem of ...oh, Wallace Stevens<BR/><BR/>of course my favourite poem of his is Sunday Morning, just for the line "Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair"The Coffee Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06686044352290845905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-48321346432588790412008-11-04T22:46:00.000+00:002008-11-04T22:46:00.000+00:00My favourite literature professor used to say that...My favourite literature professor used to say that it's not how many books you have read that matters, and it's not how many names of writers you know that counts. What counts is that you know how to read...that you can pick up any text and truly read it and learn and change from it. <BR/><BR/>So, that being said, I do not think you are at all ignorant.<BR/><BR/>P.S. I see what you mean about Eleanorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12175077340357907202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-29830280913383523792008-11-04T14:09:00.000+00:002008-11-04T14:09:00.000+00:00Time for some Odgen Nash I feel ...MrsM operates ...Time for some Odgen Nash I feel ...<BR/><BR/>MrsM operates on a higher level to meAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-74951393960353660002008-11-04T13:34:00.000+00:002008-11-04T13:34:00.000+00:00oh... lovely.(my word verification is 'derbu'.. th...oh... lovely.<BR/><BR/>(my word verification is 'derbu'.. that is NOT poetry)<BR/><BR/>(Sorry for the post-modernist comment... I love Robert Frost)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-16957382837815193932008-11-04T12:59:00.000+00:002008-11-04T12:59:00.000+00:00The picture is Cape Cod Morning by Edward Hopper (...The picture is Cape Cod Morning by Edward Hopper (1950)<BR/><BR/>I should stress that although the picture says exactly what I want to say...it is in fact the cover of the book that I am referring to and therefore the credit should go to the design team at the publishers.alice chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-33870335586363117652008-11-04T12:36:00.000+00:002008-11-04T12:36:00.000+00:00I enjoy poetry read aloud - the sound of the words...I enjoy poetry read aloud - the sound of the words is crucial, to me.<BR/><BR/>Could you please "source" the painting? thanks!Quinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17292701509476856967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-89289491462922118342008-11-04T10:14:00.000+00:002008-11-04T10:14:00.000+00:00I am horrendously undereducated in poetry - my kno...I am horrendously undereducated in poetry - my knowledge extends not far beyond Keats, Shelley, Tennyson, Yeats - all the old O-level faves. But I do very much enjoy Wendy Cope, when I need cheering up.<BR/><BR/>And there was I expecting a picture of your kitchen!dottycookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15295592896941235130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-52269705164630839482008-11-04T06:58:00.000+00:002008-11-04T06:58:00.000+00:00Beauiful - I had all love of poetry drummed and be...Beauiful - I had all love of poetry drummed and beaten out of me at university when I studied English and Drama in my first year we were stuffed to the brim with it by a very very uninspiring tutor but as I grow older and greyer my appreciation grows - as does my need for something to stimulate the minds of my charges....Thank you for a lovely start to tuesday and my aternoon with the frogs in A time to dancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11937288812854037401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-73230466547673673912008-11-04T06:13:00.000+00:002008-11-04T06:13:00.000+00:00I've been dipping into poetry now and then here in...I've been dipping into poetry now and then here in Germany, too. Every once in a while I find a poet who speaks to me, like Wallace Stevens spoke to you. Some recent favorites of mine include Mary Oliver, Galway Kinnell and Billy Collins.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful post, Alice. I plan to check for Wallace Stevens at my library soon. Thanks for sharing...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-1725823902848158502008-11-04T02:51:00.000+00:002008-11-04T02:51:00.000+00:00while I have no real appreciation for poetry, I ab...while I have no real appreciation for poetry, I absolutely love Edward Hopper. His subjects' sense of aloneness is deliciously achy. Excellent artistic choice to accompany this poem.Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05468422056345875269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517387823567211648.post-48657230522556001982008-11-04T02:04:00.000+00:002008-11-04T02:04:00.000+00:00I love Wallace Stevens though I'm sure I don't und...I love Wallace Stevens though I'm sure I don't understand much of it. Here's one that makes me snicker for some odd reason. It's called Tea. <BR/>"When the elephant's-ear in the park<BR/>Shrivelled in frost,<BR/>And the leaves on the paths<BR/>Ran like rats,<BR/>Your lamp-light fell <BR/>On shining pillows,<BR/>Of see-shades and sky-shades,<BR/>Like umbrellas in Java.Mary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10328238836520311469noreply@blogger.com