tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post4783051944607591681..comments2024-03-20T16:46:13.343-04:00Comments on Marly Youmans / The Palace at 2:00 a.m. / poems, stories, novels: X, with squirrelsMarly Youmanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-4704041201467532792016-04-30T07:38:22.464-04:002016-04-30T07:38:22.464-04:00After consideration, I find that I don't mind ...After consideration, I find that I don't mind being ignored--I suppose I am generally ignored, as I work at home and live in a little village in the wilds of upstate New York. And I don't like to go out in the cold. It's generally cold here, not so sweet for a Southerner.<br /><br />If I had it all to do over again, I might prefer a nom de plume. The kind of invisibility or ignoral I Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-56523389465453561672016-04-30T07:20:46.941-04:002016-04-30T07:20:46.941-04:00I had to look up the Lord of Fitzdotterel's el...I had to look up the Lord of Fitzdotterel's eldest son, and was surprised how many places he pops up and that he is sometimes a horse.<br /><br />I once made someone very angry by editing his work, though I've never been your position. He later apologized in a heartfelt way, which embarrassed me no end. I couldn't decide which bothered me more, being yelled at or being the recipient Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-17747663502352982992016-04-30T07:09:28.669-04:002016-04-30T07:09:28.669-04:00Now I have an idea where Mudpuddle lives.... And i...Now I have an idea where Mudpuddle lives.... And it sounds fragrant and lovely. The idea of making one's trails makes me regret being a downtown woman. But the village is small and woods are near.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-78428241610119997862016-04-30T02:09:03.143-04:002016-04-30T02:09:03.143-04:00To be shredded is physical torture but to be ignor...To be shredded is physical torture but to be ignored is worse: the term being undefined, the limbo a slight on one's very existence.<br /><br />For the final twenty-five years of my journalistic career I was editor of a handful of magazines. As editor I was the ultimate boss, Lord Tomnoddy, monarch of all I surveyed. Thus on the other side of the fence: receiving the written work of others, Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-88406023548893823782016-04-30T00:50:27.953-04:002016-04-30T00:50:27.953-04:00Well, I did think that your bird spikes looked rat...Well, I did think that your bird spikes looked rather frail in the photograph I saw!<br /><br />It's rather sad to think that the unkind things that we do may live on so sharply. Poor X. Though I suppose being famous may be quite satisfying to him.<br /><br />Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-82271627808246732802016-04-29T23:28:55.566-04:002016-04-29T23:28:55.566-04:00How interesting that despite your own concerns at ...How interesting that despite your own concerns at the time, you've never forgotten the unkindness of X.<br /><br />Squirrels—bah. Tonight I wrapped two more layers of bird spikes around the base of my homemade bird feeder, and I wait in vain for some hungry hawk or owl or fox to notice the three plump thieves who want a too-easy meal...Jeffhttp://www.quidplura.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-3095753940026439992016-04-29T21:34:56.861-04:002016-04-29T21:34:56.861-04:0019 acres of doug fir, alder, maple, cedar, salal, ...19 acres of doug fir, alder, maple, cedar, salal, oregon grape, ferns, elderberry, thimbleberry, grass, nettles, with home built trails and an old mobile home...Mudpuddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17194891656971454279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-80019467694996279082016-04-29T13:36:44.213-04:002016-04-29T13:36:44.213-04:00Mudpuddle, you must live in a very pleasant place!...Mudpuddle, you must live in a very pleasant place! And I, also, am devoted to the "rich and strange."Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-23744598146124358672016-04-29T13:27:19.072-04:002016-04-29T13:27:19.072-04:00love that poem. it describes where i live... and...love that poem. it describes where i live... and i hate people like that "expert". the scale, banality to prowess seems to not apply to poetry. words are different in different contexts, and arbitrary criticism reeks more of ego disease than anything else. communication of "a world both rich and strange" is a unique human activity and should be respected as such, imo, Mudpuddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17194891656971454279noreply@blogger.com