tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post114107452614361628..comments2024-03-20T16:46:13.343-04:00Comments on Marly Youmans / The Palace at 2:00 a.m. / poems, stories, novels: A blue PalaceMarly Youmanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1142346672572557622006-03-14T09:31:00.000-05:002006-03-14T09:31:00.000-05:00megan,l. s. is Under the Weather, alas. But will n...megan,<BR/><BR/>l. s. is Under the Weather, alas. But will no doubt climb above it and write again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1142286397174766932006-03-13T16:46:00.000-05:002006-03-13T16:46:00.000-05:00To l. s. manet:I cannot begin to guess your name, ...To l. s. manet:<BR/><BR/>I cannot begin to guess your name, so I won't waste space trying. And although old books can smell of all imaginable wonders, they most often become musty and old. But with new books there is a fresh potential, like the mossy emerald world after a rain or the first glimps of glowing, rising sun tinting the world in glowing, flowing shades. So while you may prefer the old,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141765714542588342006-03-07T16:08:00.000-05:002006-03-07T16:08:00.000-05:00"Bob O' Brian" a.k.a. "Austin" a.k.a. The Deleted ..."Bob O' Brian" a.k.a. "Austin" a.k.a. The Deleted Ones: please note that I welcome posts related to the topic or to other comments. Please do not spam with unrelated topics from a parallel dimension...Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141344516295211352006-03-02T19:08:00.000-05:002006-03-02T19:08:00.000-05:00I don't know if any author of anything can claim t...I don't know if any author of anything can claim that. But I hope to. The world is a grand and wonderous place. I think that all writings reveal a different world, one that may seem untouchable--but it is within reach for those who believe it. Or if they have long arms.<BR/><BR/>The name--not Manet the artist. Perhaps I've been too subtle. But I'm not giving it away that easily. Try again, Megan.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141339854806151662006-03-02T17:50:00.000-05:002006-03-02T17:50:00.000-05:00Scuppernong: what a what a tounge- twisting word. ...Scuppernong: what a what a tounge- twisting word. And once you read it, you just have to say it out loud. (You know you want to!)<BR/><BR/>And what a yearning, the see your name emblazoned on the cover of a book, smothered under the perfume of ink and crisp paper. It is one I feel too, like a magnetic pull from those secret recesses in my mind. Thanks for reminding me of that tug, l. s. manet. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141264526583286832006-03-01T20:55:00.000-05:002006-03-01T20:55:00.000-05:00Aren't you clever and sneaky, putting one of my ne...Aren't you clever and sneaky, putting one of my new stories in the middle of your comment, R! And yes, you <I>should</I> be doing your homework...Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141263489650381892006-03-01T20:38:00.000-05:002006-03-01T20:38:00.000-05:00Scuppernong. How funny. I wonder where that word c...Scuppernong. How funny. I wonder where that word could have been thought of! It makes me think of summer sun. Or maybe that's just me reading Donna's description of the south.<BR/><BR/>My wants, as best as I can grasp them:<BR/><BR/>I want to learn to stop procrastinating like I do. It's a horrible habit. Maybe the beginning of Lent will give me the willpower to do so. Holy days were often said Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141261071906928372006-03-01T19:57:00.000-05:002006-03-01T19:57:00.000-05:00Hi there, Miss Megan--Well, I can help you with th...Hi there, Miss Megan--<BR/><BR/>Well, I can help you with the last bit. Scuppernongs (or muscadines) are grapes. My maternal grandmother in south Georgia had a huge yard that included many fig trees, pomegranate trees, a giant persimmon, pecans, etc. The children loved the two grape arbors. One was scuppernong...<BR/><BR/>And I don't imagine that you have a lot of worries about that writing test!Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141258911021069782006-03-01T19:21:00.000-05:002006-03-01T19:21:00.000-05:00Thank you and consider yourself claimed! :) I'm fe...Thank you and consider yourself claimed! :) I'm feeling very writer-ish today, so I'll continue on your post...<BR/><BR/>I want sun-clad days of summer that flow from one to another in an unchanging melody which sings in the listening ear and open heart.<BR/>I want to pass the Writing Test with ease.<BR/>I want peace to cease hiding in the dark, slow corners of dreams and reveal its pure face to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141258144138442932006-03-01T19:09:00.000-05:002006-03-01T19:09:00.000-05:00Actually that--my first book--was originally inten...Actually that--my first book--was originally intended to end not just with the girl spinning but with nine stories to follow. The publisher wanted to do that manuscript as two--to do the stories into a separate volume. But they were so s-l-o-w in publishing the novella that I took the stories back, not wanting them to be reviewed as a third or fourth book!<BR/><BR/>I probably didn't know how to Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141250690352250122006-03-01T17:04:00.000-05:002006-03-01T17:04:00.000-05:00Oh, how lucky I am, not having to ponder over prac...Oh, how lucky I am, not having to ponder over practice writing tests, scratching red marks over misspelled and smudged words… However, I’m the one who has to take practice tests (not too many, though- thanks, Ms. L.) in anticipation of the real writing test, which is looming closer all the time.<BR/><BR/>On a different note: I can’t leave a comment because I must continue sighing over Little Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141244283116786332006-03-01T15:18:00.000-05:002006-03-01T15:18:00.000-05:00Hi Marly,I did send a group e-mail to the NCCAT pe...Hi Marly,<BR/><BR/>I did send a group e-mail to the NCCAT people that I had a blog now. The only one I heard from was my blog sister, Vanessa.<BR/><BR/>I would send you some southern sun if I could. It is finally warmer here, and more sunny. For a bit it was gray and rainy or even worse sleet filled. But, now that March is here, it is warming nicely. The problem with that is that I want to go blog queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17229423128584570391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141220674286403802006-03-01T08:44:00.000-05:002006-03-01T08:44:00.000-05:00I need a chaise lounge like that one--the hard par...I need a chaise lounge like that one--the hard part to acquire is the Southern sun. Yankee sun, though dazzling on snow when it peeks out, just ain't reliable.<BR/><BR/>Oh, Donna--did you ever tell your nccat seminar-mates that you have a new blog? When you go visiting here and elsewhere, you ought to click on 'blogger' under "Leave your comment" (or use your URL) so you get visitors in return, Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141216047323533492006-03-01T07:27:00.000-05:002006-03-01T07:27:00.000-05:00Yes Marly,I think you know me well enough to know ...Yes Marly,<BR/><BR/>I think you know me well enough to know most of that stuff, except the chaise chair. My daughter, the writer in Durham, has THE most wonderful overstuffed chaise that will wrap anyone into itself and lull them into peaceful sleep. It is placed by her lovely french doors where the warm sun lies on it and warms it to perfection. Even those who have a hard time sleeping have beenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141159676166397772006-02-28T15:47:00.000-05:002006-02-28T15:47:00.000-05:00I could have guessed everything about "Grove Palac...I could have guessed everything about "Grove Palace" Donna except that her daughter has a wonderful chaise lounge chair. And by now, those pesky papers might be done, decked in red.<BR/><BR/>Laura needs to swap houses with me and go cross country skiing. Then I could be warm, and she could be cold and snowy. I'm really, really glad that she's going to draw trees next. Today I drove to Oneonta in Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141156856852260282006-02-28T15:00:00.000-05:002006-02-28T15:00:00.000-05:00I cannot leave a comment, for your competence inti...I cannot leave a comment, for your competence intimidates me.<BR/>Your words are light, refreshing as a sunlit breeze. Mine fall with a thud.<BR/>I cannot leave a comment, for my words are commonplace.<BR/>Yours charge the soul, whirl the imagination, unravel reflections.<BR/><BR/>I want to create verse, freeing the poet within me.<BR/>I want to break the bonds of perfectionism.<BR/>I want to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141145593542817822006-02-28T11:53:00.000-05:002006-02-28T11:53:00.000-05:00I want more times to go crosscountry skiing this y...I want more times to go crosscountry skiing this year, next year, the year after, before I die. I've just taken up with this late love of my life and I want more, more, more. <BR/>I want my Trees month to be interesting to me and to others. I want to learn new things from drawing and painting them.<BR/>I want to have a nice lunch with my husband. I'm hungry. I've been out of town.<BR/>These are Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-1141141325190859952006-02-28T10:42:00.000-05:002006-02-28T10:42:00.000-05:00I want a clean house, with the windows open.I want...I want a clean house, with the windows open.<BR/>I want breezes fluttering the curtains with warm air wafting in.<BR/>I want more sunshine, less clouds.<BR/>I want spontaneous affection.<BR/>I want the cats to curl up beside me for a nap.<BR/>I want to hold my sleeping granddaughter again, and kiss her soft cheek.<BR/>I want to go to my daughters in Durham, and sleep on her wonderful chaise Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com