Comments on: unabashed http://cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/ the black swan with digital wings Fri, 25 May 2012 13:08:00 +0000 hourly 1 By: LenEdgerly http://cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/comment-page-1/#comment-1867 LenEdgerly Sat, 18 Aug 2007 08:39:32 +0000 http://www.cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/#comment-1867 Really fine poem. I'm awake in the middle of the night, trying to make sense of the suicide of a poet teacher of mine, Liam Rector, who took his own life a couple of days ago in NYC. His poetry lasts. Yours will too. And mine. All the lovely words. I had a dream about him the morning after he died, a vivid one, as if he were making a visitation. "This is the first beer I've had in 22 years," I told him, looking at the glass of beer I'd nearly finished. There went 22 years of sobriety, so I woke up relieved it was only a dream, planning to e-mail him, because I knew he had a drinking problem. Several hours later, news of his death. WTF. I have no idea what it means to assert there are no coincidences, but I'm open to learning what this one might possibly mean. Encouragement to continue on in life, a day at a time, clutching AA's beloved cliches as if hearing them for the very first time. Anyway, your poem gave me an opening, so thanks, and now I can return to bed for some more sleep. Really fine poem. I’m awake in the middle of the night, trying to make sense of the suicide of a poet teacher of mine, Liam Rector, who took his own life a couple of days ago in NYC. His poetry lasts. Yours will too. And mine. All the lovely words. I had a dream about him the morning after he died, a vivid one, as if he were making a visitation. “This is the first beer I’ve had in 22 years,” I told him, looking at the glass of beer I’d nearly finished. There went 22 years of sobriety, so I woke up relieved it was only a dream, planning to e-mail him, because I knew he had a drinking problem. Several hours later, news of his death. WTF. I have no idea what it means to assert there are no coincidences, but I’m open to learning what this one might possibly mean. Encouragement to continue on in life, a day at a time, clutching AA’s beloved cliches as if hearing them for the very first time. Anyway, your poem gave me an opening, so thanks, and now I can return to bed for some more sleep.

]]> By: john http://cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/comment-page-1/#comment-1871 john Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:14:00 +0000 http://www.cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/#comment-1871 That beachballs pushed into the turbulence, tempest tossed, can become pies in the sky. That beachballs pushed into the turbulence, tempest tossed, can become pies in the sky.

]]> By: JD http://cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/comment-page-1/#comment-1870 JD Thu, 02 Aug 2007 03:05:00 +0000 http://www.cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/#comment-1870 This is really, really lovely. How often do you come across something emotionally stirring in a blog? Not often enough ... This is really, really lovely. How often do you come across something emotionally stirring in a blog? Not often enough …

]]> By: Greg http://cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/comment-page-1/#comment-1869 Greg Thu, 02 Aug 2007 00:23:14 +0000 http://www.cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/#comment-1869 I sure hope having to suddenly come up with a "list" isn't an example of a counter offer! Although I'm pretty sure the swimming suit thing was a lot worse. I sure hope having to suddenly come up with a “list” isn’t an example of a counter offer! Although I’m pretty sure the swimming suit thing was a lot worse.

]]> By: Jonathan Lassoff http://cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/comment-page-1/#comment-1868 Jonathan Lassoff Wed, 01 Aug 2007 22:45:08 +0000 http://www.cygnoir.net/2007/08/01/unabashed/#comment-1868 :). Just :) I really love you can just take all these wonderful ideas and moments in life and just turn them into such wonderful writing. Just where was I when all *this* was happening? ;) :). Just :)

I really love you can just take all these wonderful ideas and moments in life and just turn them into such wonderful writing.

Just where was I when all *this* was happening? ;)

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