03-06-2013, 04:54 PM
HI tectak,
Really enjoyed this read. It has many subtle shifts and quiet under currents that cause me to really think about and take my time over what I’m reading here. I hope to have some time later and come back to this, but just wanted to post a quick line of praise for this for now. (Also it brings to mind a few of my favourite lines from Confessions of faith by Augustine. He starts "Who then are you my God?" - then after a multiplex of contrasted statements he finishes with " Yet woe to those who are silent about you because though loquacious with verbosity, they have nothing to say"
God eh?...your poem speaks into my feelings exactly. Can't live with him (because of what my left hand gets up to), can't live without him...for me there is no option B.
Thanks for the read AJ.
@ newsclippings. I get what you are saying. I'm a forced right hand. but my brain is wired the other way. I can mirror write and read upsidedown as well as the right way up. Instead of doing a back hand I throw my racket to the left hand from the right. If I was writing a poem about this "I'm wired wrong" would be my title.
Really enjoyed this read. It has many subtle shifts and quiet under currents that cause me to really think about and take my time over what I’m reading here. I hope to have some time later and come back to this, but just wanted to post a quick line of praise for this for now. (Also it brings to mind a few of my favourite lines from Confessions of faith by Augustine. He starts "Who then are you my God?" - then after a multiplex of contrasted statements he finishes with " Yet woe to those who are silent about you because though loquacious with verbosity, they have nothing to say"
God eh?...your poem speaks into my feelings exactly. Can't live with him (because of what my left hand gets up to), can't live without him...for me there is no option B.
Thanks for the read AJ.
@ newsclippings. I get what you are saying. I'm a forced right hand. but my brain is wired the other way. I can mirror write and read upsidedown as well as the right way up. Instead of doing a back hand I throw my racket to the left hand from the right. If I was writing a poem about this "I'm wired wrong" would be my title.