tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post6466895011928544315..comments2023-12-28T13:11:06.666+00:00Comments on Pics and Poems: ElaineDave Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-15165072400040252532008-11-05T08:52:00.000+00:002008-11-05T08:52:00.000+00:00JimAbsolutely right. Kids have always done that so...Jim<BR/>Absolutely right. Kids have always done that sort of thing, of course. They didn't actually wait for the internet. But their redefinitions tend to be short-lived. As soon as they are taken up by the adult world, they find their own replacements.<BR/>Thanks for the comment.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-53351982023955698402008-11-05T08:49:00.000+00:002008-11-05T08:49:00.000+00:00HopeThank you so much. Wallce Stevens said (in The...Hope<BR/>Thank you so much. Wallce Stevens said (in The Man With the Blue guitar) that poetry should replace religion, but is it not a pity that there seems to be no way for it to replace politics?Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-36110733526518270052008-11-04T21:46:00.000+00:002008-11-04T21:46:00.000+00:00And this is how language grows isn't it? Someone d...And this is how language grows isn't it? Someone decides to redefine a word, other people hear it and adopt it. And so it goes. Kids the whole world over could adopt 'ripple' if this InterWeb-thingy does what its supposed to do.<BR/><BR/>Great portrait, Dave.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-18656579227338135862008-11-04T16:48:00.000+00:002008-11-04T16:48:00.000+00:00This poem was like ripples of emotion...and I've r...This poem was like ripples of emotion...and I've read it more than once, which is truly a compliment to you.<BR/><BR/>Each read found something new. And I agree with sorlil...I love the "ripples" line as defined by Elaine.<BR/><BR/>This is so much nicer than politics. :)hopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03306622656461205674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-50768222799215946242008-11-04T09:17:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:17:00.000+00:00MaekitsoThanks for that. I have to confess that I ...Maekitso<BR/>Thanks for that. I have to confess that I had not read it out aloud, even during the development process, as I nearly always do, so was very gratified to read your comment. (I have now, but that's thanks to you.)Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-88487468505303271952008-11-04T09:14:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:14:00.000+00:00S.A.HartAgain I am overwhelmed. Many thanks.S.A.Hart<BR/>Again I am overwhelmed. Many thanks.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-6858139943357213792008-11-04T09:13:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:13:00.000+00:00TommasoThe whole thing about water and its surface...Tommaso<BR/>The whole thing about water and its surface patterns and behaviour fascinates me.<BR/>Thanks for your comment.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-84363846004056433182008-11-04T09:11:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:11:00.000+00:00DickAs to the box ticking culture, I am completely...Dick<BR/>As to the box ticking culture, I am completely with you on that, couldn't be more so. I probably wouldn't have time to take them to the lake these days!Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-60075937968007164152008-11-04T09:10:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:10:00.000+00:00CondaThanks for that - though some of the words be...Conda<BR/>Thanks for that - though some of the words belong to Elaine, it should be remembered.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-59899997384500094252008-11-04T09:09:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:09:00.000+00:00AggieVery much enjoyed my visit, so very happy to ...Aggie<BR/>Very much enjoyed my visit, so very happy to welcome you to mine. Private language is a fascinating field for study.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-81469241893301440512008-11-04T09:07:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:07:00.000+00:00Linda SueWhat can I say? I am overwhelmed. Welcome...Linda Sue<BR/>What can I say? I am overwhelmed. Welcome and thank you so much!Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-30422292875841656622008-11-04T09:06:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:06:00.000+00:00AnairamWelcome aboard. So much of what you say res...Anairam<BR/>Welcome aboard. So much of what you say resonates, especially your feelings as a child. I remember those... thanks again.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-15432307503170874292008-11-04T09:04:00.000+00:002008-11-04T09:04:00.000+00:00Maeve63Welcome, and many thanks for taking time to...Maeve63<BR/>Welcome, and many thanks for taking time to comment. I have always enjoyed incorporating dialogue - sometimes wonder if I overdo it, so much appreciate the comment.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-36052381683029092152008-11-04T07:05:00.000+00:002008-11-04T07:05:00.000+00:00Fabulous, Dave. This one really works well when re...Fabulous, Dave. This one really works well when read out loud. I have just read this to my wife and she is in full agreement. Brilliant!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-2352667898166522522008-11-04T02:01:00.000+00:002008-11-04T02:01:00.000+00:00Dave, I never cease to be inspired here at your bl...Dave, I never cease to be inspired here at your blog. Because of this, your blog has won award recognition! Check my blog, The Artist's Muse for full details at <A> http://sharonahart.blogspot.com </A>.<BR/>Congratulations!S. A. Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04972218424013507129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-12089334780830248332008-11-03T19:14:00.000+00:002008-11-03T19:14:00.000+00:00Dear Dave, this poem is really intense. "Ripples" ...Dear Dave, this poem is really intense. "Ripples" have repeately attracted me at sea and, even more, staring at the Venetian lagoon, I wrote a lot about them...I think I am going to re-read this poem here many times.Tommaso Gervasuttihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17137499390434949734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-14975983824701534882008-11-03T19:08:00.000+00:002008-11-03T19:08:00.000+00:00Alongside the bright vividness of the portrait its...Alongside the bright vividness of the portrait itself, there is a powerful sense of time and place here, Dave. There is so much that we might learn about the errant, the aberrant, the plain disadvantaged child from the adept poem. Certainly more than seems to be generated by the box-ticking culture that, alongside everything else, afflicts our social services.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-48768407554766363472008-11-03T18:12:00.000+00:002008-11-03T18:12:00.000+00:00Oooh, very evocative poem, Dave. And your word use...Oooh, very evocative poem, Dave. And your word use in this poem! Skeined. Craquelured. I loved "long hair roots manglin' down and choking all us brains..."<BR/><BR/>I can't remember what famous poet said that poetry is painting with words, but that's what you do with this poem.Conda Douglashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12972790965426924941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-56012645524560400372008-11-03T18:02:00.000+00:002008-11-03T18:02:00.000+00:00Thanks for your visit to my blog. Love the pictur...Thanks for your visit to my blog. Love the picture painting here too. I like the idea of people inventing their own language. We do it in our family too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-58687058078868860772008-11-03T16:25:00.000+00:002008-11-03T16:25:00.000+00:00Finding this blog, as enticing as a shiney dark ra...Finding this blog, as enticing as a shiney dark rain puddle. I jumped right in, expecting a satisfying spash. To my surprise, I fell into deep, bottomless poetry. Laundry, dishes in the sink, walkies, not today. Thank you so much! These are the most well spent hours I have had for a very long time.Linda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070050388987072100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-10616744453333384302008-11-03T16:12:00.000+00:002008-11-03T16:12:00.000+00:00What a lovely poem! The dialogue paints the charac...What a lovely poem! The dialogue paints the character of Elaine so strongly - I can visualise her. It brough tears to my eyes. My mom was a teacher and had a girl in her class, Anna, about whom this poem could be - old before her time at ten, caring for youger siblings, struggling with learning difficulties not known then, lost to the normal education system. I think the end of your poem is brilliant, "He looked to me for help". It encompasses absolutely everything I felt when I was a child and confronted with Anna, so embarrassingly different from me, and yet in other ways so similar.Anairamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08626269831496499230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-49796872466389245462008-11-03T15:02:00.000+00:002008-11-03T15:02:00.000+00:00I was quite impressed with the poem. I especially ...I was quite impressed with the poem. I especially enjoyed your use of dialogue. That was an interesting and unexpected twist. Nice work!maeve63https://www.blogger.com/profile/05000845543749069204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-84601263884502283332008-11-03T08:47:00.000+00:002008-11-03T08:47:00.000+00:00JaniceSo much in what you say resonates with my ea...Janice<BR/>So much in what you say resonates with my early experiences. My first <I>special</I> school was an old <I>M.D. (mentally deficient)</I> school (we, too changed the name - regularly, as it so happened) with high surrounding walls - so that the outside world need not see them? They were grossly underestimated at that time. There were children who could be taught, the responsibility of the Education Department, and children who could only be trained, who were catered for (doubtful) by the health department. Thanks for your contribution. Much appreciated.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-61237065215574695892008-11-03T08:38:00.000+00:002008-11-03T08:38:00.000+00:00KenMany thanks for that.Ken<BR/>Many thanks for that.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-5188811449082122272008-11-03T02:00:00.000+00:002008-11-03T02:00:00.000+00:00I found this poem to be very moving, bringing bac...I found this poem to be very moving, bringing back a myriad of memories of being a Mental Deficiency Nurse(a title long since retired) at an institution for mentally handicapped children and adults here in Canada. It was a dark gloomy old tuberculosis sanatorium with tiny windows and dark walls. I worked with children somewhat like 'Elaine' but like any institution there was no time to be one-on-one<BR/>with these lovely people. Personalities were not allowed to develop - everything was so scheduled. <BR/><BR/>At one point we had a bright child of ten who suffered a physical disability only, requiring 24-hour care. There was no where to place her so she was admitted to our facility. I watched her change from a talkative happy child to a withdrawn grumpy individual who in a year's time quit talking altogether. Many times I begged to take her and others outside, to let them feel the summer breeze, touch the trees and smell the flowers. There was no time in the schedule I was told and furthermore they <I>could</I> catch pneumonia and die. No one wanted to take responsibility and release them to my care on my days off either. So instead I watched them slowly die inside one by one until all that was left was a body covering a skeleton - the mind had long since gone. It was a happy day when the last of these institutions was closed and the children and adults were integrated back into society.Janice Thomsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02506920585319893814noreply@blogger.com