tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17571725.post116255559269956658..comments2023-04-27T12:37:08.879+00:00Comments on a longing for the impossible: chain reactionjemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08181038873568527264noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17571725.post-1162567146067691142006-11-03T15:19:00.000+00:002006-11-03T15:19:00.000+00:00There’s something about reading, that I never get ...There’s something about reading, that I never get from any other medium. It’s the feeling about connecting to the producer. That somehow that no soul is fully different from another, like characters. Sometimes I’ll read something, and I’ll understand that our minds function that same. Not that what I write lives up to what I read, but the way my thoughts travel through correspond to others. I first felt it with Jeffery Eugenedies, Sylvia Plath, Michael Cunningham. And there’s something about your work that I feel too. I am at that stage of my life when everything is so fast moving and temporary where nothing holds on for long, to read something so ??? connecting to another, makes me feel a little less alone. That somewhere, beyond my street and city there is another fighting or dealing with the same things that perplex me. And also the cryptic touch you have in your work. also the use of the real world and how it triggers off something deep within.... sorry.... the string of paper figures.... i over use the word beautiful but this is. I too remember always severing the linking arms, and even doing so with the red paper hearts. <BR/>These days I’m trying not to read into signs and such things, trying live life in the words of Van Morrison, .”... and I’ll be satisfied not to read in between the lines.” But I do think there is a reason why i read your piece today.” I couldn’t tell you why i think that, cause the seed is just planted...<BR/><BR/>I never do the things i love enough. I wish i visited your site more often.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for your kind and encouraging words, they are always joyfully excepted. <BR/><BR/>... you always leave enough away to make me wonder who you are? I kind of hope I never find out.<BR/><BR/>unlikely treasures. In every toilet roll i see, i look for butterflies...HT companyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17260299107111578742noreply@blogger.com