tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post2687686145594738677..comments2024-03-27T20:34:09.464+01:00Comments on zmkc: Have You Noticedzmkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-17605051560913655602017-10-15T03:20:23.024+02:002017-10-15T03:20:23.024+02:00I'd love that. SusanI'd love that. SusanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-26262144325331654022017-10-10T16:25:03.188+02:002017-10-10T16:25:03.188+02:00How strange I just lost a reply I wrote. In it I s...How strange I just lost a reply I wrote. In it I said that I don't think anyone I know reads blogs either, or writes them. And I don't tell anyone I know that I write one. I've met people in real life from Twitter but not as yet from blogs. It is an odd thing about Twitter but, despite the 140 character limit, somehow you can get a really good feel for what a person is like by following them there. <br />The Met is one of the greatest places on earth. One day I might come to New York and make you show me some obscure things there.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-70877079721072062002017-10-07T00:53:24.116+02:002017-10-07T00:53:24.116+02:00I'm glad to meet you too, after "lurking&...I'm glad to meet you too, after "lurking" for ages. I think of the authors of the blogs I follow & comment on or occasionally email to as my "Internet Acquaintances". And I don't have any friends who read blogs at all.<br />I've met two of these bloggers -- a photographer in New York City, where I live, & an art blogger & his wife from Oregon. I met them at the Met Museum, which was fun, especially as I could show them some obscure things I like.<br />Susan<br />SusanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-62306171486465222982017-10-05T13:50:51.719+02:002017-10-05T13:50:51.719+02:00I find First Known When Lost comforting when I beg...I find First Known When Lost comforting when I begin to think that everyone in the entire world is obsessed with rubbish, (a recurrent impression). A visit there reminds me that there is still poetry and people who are interested in beauty etc, if that doesn't all sound emetic, which I think perhaps it does. I'm glad to meet you, so to speak, although saying that right after sounding emetic may not be good manners. Oh dear, I shall shut up at this point I think.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-43513338255731187252017-10-05T02:57:46.730+02:002017-10-05T02:57:46.730+02:00Oh yes -- I hadn't commented on your blog befo...Oh yes -- I hadn't commented on your blog before, but have been enjoying it for a couple of years. First Known When Lost was one of the first blogs I discovered -- I love it & comment occasionally.<br />SusanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-2807910133331747162017-10-03T08:23:57.524+02:002017-10-03T08:23:57.524+02:00There is something magical too in the link you des...There is something magical too in the link you describe your parents creating between you and them and poetry. You conjure up scenes of a childhood that are enviable to me - my parents were not attentive in that way. <br /><br />I'm assuming you already know this poetry blog - http://firstknownwhenlost.blogspot.be/?m=1<br />If you haven't seen it, I recommend it. It is beautiful, verbally and visuallyzmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-47675251069903181172017-10-03T03:14:42.976+02:002017-10-03T03:14:42.976+02:00I want to add that I think your idea is a very goo...I want to add that I think your idea is a very good one. To an American, there is something magical about the very likely idea that something of To Autumn was in Owen's mind when he wrote Anthem.<br />I'm an old woman, & my parents are long dead. For me there's also something magical about the fact that To Autumn was a poem my mother said aloud to me in the woods on an autumn afternoon when I must have been about five years old. Then later, when I was a young teenager, my father having me read Anthem & putting into my head forever: "At each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds". What a lifelong gift of poetry they gave me.<br />SusanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-44518836077568798672017-10-01T06:21:20.299+02:002017-10-01T06:21:20.299+02:00Thanks Susan - what a complete idiot I am; my brai...Thanks Susan - what a complete idiot I am; my brain said Wilfred Owrn, (at least I hope it did, can't actually remember now), and my fingers typed Larkin - not once but twice, shamefully. Have corrected it now, thanks to you. The dangers of typing in the car on a telephone, (no, I wasn't driving, I should point out, just being a passenger)zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905080602885676490.post-71945189092101027442017-10-01T00:45:50.098+02:002017-10-01T00:45:50.098+02:00The idea is a good one, but you've got the wro...The idea is a good one, but you've got the wrong poet & the wrong war. World War I, Wilfred Owen.<br />SusanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com