tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post7977875081581314952..comments2023-10-21T05:56:15.949-06:00Comments on Utah Savage: The TalentUtah Savagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16385093247915560752noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-14716664038328035572010-03-06T08:44:39.744-07:002010-03-06T08:44:39.744-07:00I'd love to write a novel, but poetry is where...I'd love to write a novel, but poetry is where it's at, popularity of the medium be damned. <br /><br />This was very cool, write more, or if you've written a bunch, post more.Randal Graveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08728992897551848531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-80606483640764841742010-03-05T13:14:22.937-07:002010-03-05T13:14:22.937-07:00Why does kindness make me cry? Why generosity, to...Why does kindness make me cry? Why generosity, too? Are we all so insecure, so unsure of our worth, worthiness? Are we all so alone in the center of our being? Do we all feel grief in our isolation (even we who lie next to a person we love in the dark)?Utah Savagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16385093247915560752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-20374170656140739302010-03-05T13:09:12.897-07:002010-03-05T13:09:12.897-07:00I write late at night alone with myself and full o...I write late at night alone with myself and full of doubt and self-loathing, not sure I have what it takes to call myself a writer. I think no one reads poetry and yet the one site here that gets consistent visits is Savage Poetry which has more visitors than either short stories or the novel (down for rewriting a gain). Savage Poetry even has "followers." Maybe I WANT to be a novelist but maybe I'm a poet instead.Utah Savagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16385093247915560752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-82801885526324573882010-03-05T12:05:51.606-07:002010-03-05T12:05:51.606-07:00I'm just an echo of the previous comments...
...I'm just an echo of the previous comments...<br /><br />somehow I don't think of you as not being 'outside' or closeted at all. <br />you are here a good bit with me... <br />i get it, how could I not 'get it'... like he said, u write well. <br /><br />It is an emotionally pentimento poem Peggy. TY.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419040049480437384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-73965884019790202242010-03-05T11:58:05.167-07:002010-03-05T11:58:05.167-07:00Such a great poem that it's left (even me)prac...Such a great poem that it's left (even me)practically speechless.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12306491903311869968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-81279375593959560132010-03-05T08:38:33.133-07:002010-03-05T08:38:33.133-07:00I listened to Bill Evans play My Foolish Heart whi...I listened to Bill Evans play My Foolish Heart while reading The Talent post. Rich visuals filled my mind and I could see you and your girls laughing then...<br /><br />If change is a constant, is anything ever meant to just be?<br /><br />In real life, is virtual life. Links are connections which allow me access to your world of stories. Oh my, I'm in love with the morning after. Thank youJennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614067992683578380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-73054366190767079132010-03-05T02:54:46.383-07:002010-03-05T02:54:46.383-07:00Thank you for saving me from my incredible stupidi...Thank you for saving me from my incredible stupidity. And despite having to proofread and correct my misspelling you're kind enough to remove the sting. Homonyms are my undoing.<br /><br />Sorry I've neglected The Wolfshead. I've neglected everyone else as well.Utah Savagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16385093247915560752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954604416278665691.post-27581775851051127612010-03-05T02:44:18.265-07:002010-03-05T02:44:18.265-07:00As a reader of poems, I love this. As a person of...As a reader of poems, I love this. As a person of compassion (approaching age 70 next week) I worry about the despair...but it's best to get it out, and you write so well!<br /><br />I'm presuming you girls ate mussels, but this is a poem...and if it was men's muscles you devoured, I'm hip to the jive. However, Champaign is a town in Illinois.jazzologhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16647170784964378640noreply@blogger.com