tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post7676726020801546332..comments2023-12-28T13:11:06.666+00:00Comments on Pics and Poems: Intelligence GatheringDave Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-65400650384068382772008-06-14T11:45:00.000+01:002008-06-14T11:45:00.000+01:00Lucy,I can absolutely relate to that. Your slow po...Lucy,<BR/>I can absolutely relate to that. Your slow poison anecdote has brought back memories that I had forgotten about. Thanks for that. Childhood memories - even the bad ones - are so precious, I think.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-39850425435648226702008-06-14T11:42:00.000+01:002008-06-14T11:42:00.000+01:00Brady Frost,Thanks for the comment. Yes, I know wh...Brady Frost,<BR/>Thanks for the comment. Yes, I know what you mean. We lived with my Grandparents in ahouse that was always whispering - until the pipes would tell it to shut up.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-88124510353992232352008-06-12T13:16:00.000+01:002008-06-12T13:16:00.000+01:00Childhood can be a terrible place; children's preo...Childhood can be a terrible place; children's preoccupation with spies comes only partly from books and films, more from the sense that things are not as they appear, and incomprehensible danger and conspiracy lurk behind every surface. Other children used to get me going too; once when I licked dandelion juice off my grubby hands and remarked how nasty it tasted, my friend told me it was poison, but very slow, I would die when I was 'about 20'. I worried fro quite a whaile about that, though happily not right up until I was 20!Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-36925652763741019052008-06-12T01:44:00.000+01:002008-06-12T01:44:00.000+01:00I really liked this poem. It reminded me of when I...I really liked this poem. It reminded me of when I a teen, living at home... Oh how the vents in that house loved to tell secrets, painful, burning secrets.R. Brady Frosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16926505633531944151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-89906048569070081162008-06-10T08:28:00.000+01:002008-06-10T08:28:00.000+01:00DrodbarThanks for dropping by and welcome.Yes, you...Drodbar<BR/>Thanks for dropping by and welcome.<BR/>Yes, you have put it exactly. It was disturbing at the time, but now I look back fondly to that time as though the fears and worries were somehow less real than today's.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-55526574361293769772008-06-09T18:56:00.000+01:002008-06-09T18:56:00.000+01:00You evoke what from an adult perspective seems suc...You evoke what from an adult perspective seems such an enviable time of fresh wonder, but at the time it was rather frightening - like a disquieting dream - with no safe base of secure understanding.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-82208290446599498062008-06-08T08:37:00.000+01:002008-06-08T08:37:00.000+01:00Conda,Many thanks for the kind words. I will do my...Conda,<BR/>Many thanks for the kind words. I will do my best, but the wheels crank slowly these days.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-80881580141583268072008-06-08T08:36:00.000+01:002008-06-08T08:36:00.000+01:00Ken, thanks for that, but I'm afeared the shovel m...Ken, thanks for that, but I'm afeared the shovel might be losing its edge! I know what you mean by memories too personal, though.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-52070667389067496112008-06-07T19:19:00.000+01:002008-06-07T19:19:00.000+01:00Excellent, multi-layered poem. Lots of meat to che...Excellent, multi-layered poem. Lots of meat to chew, and delicious too! I especially loved the line: "my mother loved a man who wore a funny hat." More, more.Conda Douglashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12972790965426924941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-10490462663390335082008-06-07T17:48:00.000+01:002008-06-07T17:48:00.000+01:00This *is* a keeper, Dave - I've read it loads of t...This *is* a keeper, Dave - I've read it loads of times and get more from it every time.<BR/><BR/>You're digging fairly deep now, keep shoveling eh?<BR/><BR/>Funny this one evokes for me a memory that I think might just be too personal to Blog on - I'll debate that with myself for awhile but thanks either way for the memory-jog.Ken Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-27744757005433298212008-06-07T10:47:00.000+01:002008-06-07T10:47:00.000+01:00Dick,Many thanks for that. Much appreciated.Dick,<BR/>Many thanks for that. Much appreciated.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-33421330356166132322008-06-07T09:06:00.000+01:002008-06-07T09:06:00.000+01:00The stately rhythm and the subtle enjambment frame...The stately rhythm and the subtle enjambment frame this memory sequence so well. This is a fine piece, Dave, and, as Jim, I connect with it strongly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-1505589922405111352008-06-07T08:42:00.000+01:002008-06-07T08:42:00.000+01:00Hi Elizabeth,Thanks for dropping by, and thanks fo...Hi Elizabeth,<BR/>Thanks for dropping by, and thanks for the feedback. AS I remarked to Jim, it is fascinating to think about what we recall and what we do not remember. The last two poems I posted ("Spin Didn't Begin with Tony Blair" and "A Family Occasion") are, at least in apart, about childhood memory. I guess I'm into that at present. Also false memory, which fascinates me. Thanks again.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-66692147716044659532008-06-06T16:09:00.000+01:002008-06-06T16:09:00.000+01:00I loved this poem. I was the youngest in my famil...I loved this poem. I was the youngest in my family and often got my "intelligence" by overhearing. The funny thing is that now that I am grown (sort of) all the "adults" expect me to know all of the family stories. Reunions are difficult because everyone expects me to remember people that I met when I was very little. I always feel a little foolish.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for coming by "my place".<BR/>BTW, one of the things I love about crossword puzzles is the use of language. Remembering to have "agreement" in tense and usage is lots of fun!<BR/>Also: high energy lids...wouldn't have it any other way!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07505258364895249347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-91047154734830510482008-06-06T15:43:00.000+01:002008-06-06T15:43:00.000+01:00Hi Chainmagic,Thanks for stopping by. Feedback is ...Hi Chainmagic,<BR/>Thanks for stopping by. Feedback is always very welcome.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-83557718978281241642008-06-06T15:42:00.000+01:002008-06-06T15:42:00.000+01:00Thanks for that Jim. Strange is it not, the way su...Thanks for that Jim. Strange is it not, the way such small things last so vividly in the memory and other, no doubt more momentous things, disappear.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-89118050136608196732008-06-06T15:02:00.000+01:002008-06-06T15:02:00.000+01:00This is wonderful! I was immediately transported ...This is wonderful! I was immediately transported there by these words.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00619950414931007784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-6455371437416332332008-06-06T13:50:00.000+01:002008-06-06T13:50:00.000+01:00I connected with this poem immediately, the image ...I connected with this poem immediately, the image of a young child listening in the dark, hearing and mishearing things. I have a poem about a child lying on the floor beside his bed with his ear pressed to the floor as I did as a child and misunderstanding much of what I heard because my father's name was also Jimmy. I loved the ending, especially the '(or so)' – a nice touch.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-89152013878943824032008-06-06T08:39:00.000+01:002008-06-06T08:39:00.000+01:00The "I" is biographical. The last verse recalls th...The "I" is biographical. The last verse recalls three actual misinterpretations of conversations I overheard.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-46854067764933163032008-06-06T00:13:00.000+01:002008-06-06T00:13:00.000+01:00interesting, I wondered if the 'I' was biographica...interesting, I wondered if the 'I' was biographical then the ending threw me, in a good way!Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.com