tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post525630409879799548..comments2024-03-29T09:06:41.513-04:00Comments on Read Write Believe: Poetry Friday: Squaring up the Dizain Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-28596251796592626032019-05-06T00:51:39.857-04:002019-05-06T00:51:39.857-04:00I am gobsmacked by this poem and the fascinating i...I am gobsmacked by this poem and the fascinating introduction. <br />During my many years as a teacher, I kept a square in my desk. Although I used it often, I see that I was still ignorant of its possibilities.Cheriee Weichelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15662398117320256935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-18153714038324008222019-05-05T10:00:29.697-04:002019-05-05T10:00:29.697-04:00Wow! I think you can rest assured you are not padd...Wow! I think you can rest assured you are not padding pages but have put your tools and knowledge to good use. Thank you for sharing some of what you learned. Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-5322487145883546202019-05-04T09:27:13.482-04:002019-05-04T09:27:13.482-04:00I know I will ALWAYS be wowed when I read your poe...I know I will ALWAYS be wowed when I read your poems. You did not disappoint! (WOW)Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-25131411191189180482019-05-04T06:29:38.235-04:002019-05-04T06:29:38.235-04:00What precision and love for precision is found her...What precision and love for precision is found here. I love your comments on Hodgson. What a character. But, your poem incorporates the form with a great metaphor. I also am fascinated with cheek-cut. I might have to give this form a try....but whoa...the challenge you present with this mentor text. Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-23231821489387429672019-05-03T23:17:21.230-04:002019-05-03T23:17:21.230-04:00Oh, the ending, and I'm leaping to connections...Oh, the ending, and I'm leaping to connections of more from your beautiful lines, "a poem, a cathedral, both framed out of what/is redoubted, joisted, strung to mid-air." Your intro is wonderful, too. What new learning comes if we begin to question! Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-44676602958202055672019-05-03T21:03:18.630-04:002019-05-03T21:03:18.630-04:00Oh my! What a rich post! Such challenge lies in Ho...Oh my! What a rich post! Such challenge lies in Hodgson's words:"It is no sin not to know much, though it is a great one not to know all we can, and put it all to good use." I love the parallels of building and writing that you've drawn. They speak to me especially now as we are refurbishing the interior of a 100+ house. We have been learning all sorts of things about those who built it as we remove layers of living to reveal their craftsmanship.Alice Ninehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05302512837699702430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-71431296365034059622019-05-03T17:50:08.943-04:002019-05-03T17:50:08.943-04:00This took my breath away. SO good! This took my breath away. SO good! Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-13277799436160437952019-05-03T13:04:25.967-04:002019-05-03T13:04:25.967-04:00Oooh. "Am I padding out my pages?" Fred&...Oooh. "Am I padding out my pages?" Fred's is a question for the ages.tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-38576660327195690252019-05-03T11:31:05.493-04:002019-05-03T11:31:05.493-04:00LOVE the precision of your well crafted poem too. ...LOVE the precision of your well crafted poem too. This one is perfection and reminds me of my dad, who was a carpenter by trade, loved and took good care of all his tools, and bandied many of the terms you used in your poem around. Your final two lines are pretty sublime: "strung to mid-air" slays me.jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-75285058385376585872019-05-03T09:11:07.908-04:002019-05-03T09:11:07.908-04:00I love the precise language! It highlights for me ...I love the precise language! It highlights for me how the precision required in poetic word choice is similar to that required in construction. Very cool!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-45909643292505654572019-05-03T09:10:04.052-04:002019-05-03T09:10:04.052-04:00First, I really really love this poem and have now...First, I really really love this poem and have now shared it with Kirk who loves it, too. But also, this idea of knowing and understanding tools humbles me. I sometimes resist knowing more about categories that don't come naturally to me (house painting, technology, finance...) and I feel like, DUH, if I was willing to learn a little more maybe I would feel more comfortable in those arenas. So thank you....Liz Garton Scanlonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17941516645386392684noreply@blogger.com