tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post7403235003651615844..comments2024-03-20T16:46:13.343-04:00Comments on Marly Youmans / The Palace at 2:00 a.m. / poems, stories, novels: Proverbial snowsMarly Youmanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-57490728410997241872018-02-27T05:34:58.057-05:002018-02-27T05:34:58.057-05:00No rescue needed! I do the same thing elsewhere (n...No rescue needed! I do the same thing elsewhere (name/URL) but haven't noticed a problem. Maybe I just don't know... or maybe you're special.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-24810305933709535152018-02-26T21:45:23.008-05:002018-02-26T21:45:23.008-05:00I must have a shady look about me!
It's more ...I must have a shady look about me!<br /><br />It's more likely, though, that it's because I tend to use my name and URL rather than my Google account. Let's see how this works...Jeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17482868994424241935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-42024393665204769702018-02-26T09:40:07.702-05:002018-02-26T09:40:07.702-05:00Better reasons. Yes. I hope I have them in firm gr...Better reasons. Yes. I hope I have them in firm grasp.<br /><br />I don't know why you are so suspicious to the Spam Lords that you always--or nearly always--land in the Gulf of Spam, so that I must trek out and rescue you!Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-90594426222027093532018-02-26T02:32:26.842-05:002018-02-26T02:32:26.842-05:00Well, Marly, at least you didn't indulge in an...Well, Marly, at least you didn't indulge in any of that unpleasant <i>Gott-mit-uns</i> Catholicism. ;)<br /><br />"A poet is without honor in a tiny village. This is for the best." I like this, and find it true. We have a few poets and artists here in our community, with its 6,500 households strewn across hundreds of thousands of acres, and I know a few, but this isn't a place Jeffhttp://www.quidplura.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-85639944754484037312018-02-23T07:53:43.989-05:002018-02-23T07:53:43.989-05:00It's a village because I'm looking out of ...It's a village because I'm looking out of a window in a house in a village. It's a man of mystery because of a new friend who is striking a large number of women as a subject of gossip.<br /><br />It's a madwoman who runs away because I gave a ride to three places to a madwoman, and at the last one she ran away into the dark. I hope they found her.<br /><br />The poet, well, I wasMarly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-91865029104099269392018-02-23T07:45:54.516-05:002018-02-23T07:45:54.516-05:00Hah, lovely! Why wouldn't we expect any additi...Hah, lovely! Why wouldn't we expect any additional strangeness from snow?Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-90895793549708721962018-02-23T03:07:05.063-05:002018-02-23T03:07:05.063-05:00Some of these are plotting clichés (sorry about th...Some of these are plotting clichés (sorry about that).<br /><br />The man who arrives in a village for the first time is, by definition, a man of mystery, even if he's a driver for FedEx. By the time he has revealed his intelligence his mysteriousness has been forgotten, unless the author continues to be very coy. Why is it always a village?<br /><br />Madwomen are always innocent of any Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-3537446713481162442018-02-23T00:42:21.324-05:002018-02-23T00:42:21.324-05:00I'm told that one of the first times I beheld ...I'm told that one of the first times I beheld snow as a very small child, I looked out the front door and exclaimed, "hey, it's snowing!" Then I ran to the back door and cried, "hey, it's snowing out here too!" Maybe this anecdote suggests that snow is so dreamlike that one does indeed have to learn to make sense of it. Or maybe it simply reveals that I've Jeffhttp://www.quidplura.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-35781549215372109282018-02-22T21:38:17.838-05:002018-02-22T21:38:17.838-05:00The dead young soldiers with snow on their eyes, t...The dead young soldiers with snow on their eyes, the boyish soldier who is first to see the snow... I have a book he signed. But didn't introduce myself--couldn't figure out why he would want to talk to me!<br /><br />I just walked through town. The branches in the park were still outlined, and I could barely see Orion's belt--there was a lovely rosy ring around the moon.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-37752617148142396962018-02-22T19:56:46.331-05:002018-02-22T19:56:46.331-05:00I think snowfall has the nature of a dream for nea...I think snowfall has the nature of a dream for nearly everyone. My earliest memory is of being out in the snow in northern Ohio, and I have seen a fair bit of it since. But I can't think of much better to watch out a window or walk or run through than falling snow. Do you remember Richard Wilbur's "First Snow in Alsace"?Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14819154529261482038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-69024347319064844192018-02-22T11:29:31.316-05:002018-02-22T11:29:31.316-05:00Hahaha! I am so not surprised. Shall pop by later....Hahaha! I am so not surprised. Shall pop by later.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-86041050652396878502018-02-22T11:27:27.093-05:002018-02-22T11:27:27.093-05:00Marly, even as I — more than slightly insane — con...Marly, even as I — more than slightly insane — continue to rage against the dying light, I’ve kicked the blog out of bed and put it (with somewhat altered name and address) back on its wobbly legs in the community room of the senior citizens’ home.<br />https://inquiriesinformal2ded.blogspot.com/RTDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17113953356514605424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-8460444293175047442018-02-22T11:20:25.684-05:002018-02-22T11:20:25.684-05:00It is astonishingly beautiful, always. Frost was c...It is astonishingly beautiful, always. Frost was certain good with snow. And I am sure that I've gotten more work done in a harsher climate.<br /><br />Glad you're still traveling online, even if you've put the blog to bed... Best wishes, Tim!Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-8255022718033115592018-02-22T10:56:16.213-05:002018-02-22T10:56:16.213-05:00You write:
For someone of the South, the nature of...You write:<br />For someone of the South, the nature of falling snow is always dream.<br />This reminds of Robert Frost. As a transplant from San Francisco, New England became and remained for him a brave new world of wonder-filled differences and moments. <br />In my case, a transplanted Yankee, the South continues to be a natural and cultural carnival full of surprises. I do not, however, miss RTDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17113953356514605424noreply@blogger.com