tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443410825139238710.post7841219747583653374..comments2023-05-27T11:12:37.476+01:00Comments on Steve Nash Poetry: Waiting for Lucysteven.nash82http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170451589468557651noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443410825139238710.post-19099440680924841052009-08-11T15:53:45.712+01:002009-08-11T15:53:45.712+01:00Beautiful, I'd love to know the inspiration be...Beautiful, I'd love to know the inspiration behind this. xmiltonicaaargghhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15968766531824297384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443410825139238710.post-15636535773693336322009-01-30T14:42:00.000+00:002009-01-30T14:42:00.000+00:00INCREDIBLE!!!INCREDIBLE!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443410825139238710.post-70436167578351413772009-01-26T09:07:00.000+00:002009-01-26T09:07:00.000+00:00So, so, so beautifulI agree with all of the other ...So, so, so beautiful<BR/><BR/>I agree with all of the other comments. It's life afirming and really elevates the role of the feminine.<BR/><BR/>I love thisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443410825139238710.post-34386978513021498252009-01-24T12:29:00.000+00:002009-01-24T12:29:00.000+00:00I'm of course usually inclined to skim past storie...I'm of course usually inclined to skim past stories as opposed to poems but your gift for imagery and the rhythm of language ensures that even your prose is sculpted into verse driven sections.Each paragraph a perfect stanza which could stand effortlessly alone.<BR/><BR/>Perfectionpoetrytutorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13415138047604526343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443410825139238710.post-90915896528159072412009-01-23T17:13:00.000+00:002009-01-23T17:13:00.000+00:00This is the most perfect line I think I've ever re...This is the most perfect line I think I've ever read in a short story<BR/><BR/>'Her mouth she opens but her eyes she keeps tightly shut as if opening them would allow the way that she sees the world to fall out and give her away.'<BR/><BR/>You read peoples souls mr Nash I'm stunned<BR/><BR/>This is absolutely beautiful and I agree with anon it's incredibly empoweringfallenangel66https://www.blogger.com/profile/03888343727981000620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443410825139238710.post-53542901392606314962009-01-23T15:08:00.000+00:002009-01-23T15:08:00.000+00:00Hi this is gorgeous and leads me to one conclusion...Hi this is gorgeous and leads me to one conclusion and I dont know if it's deliberate or maybe you'll be horrified when I say it but Your writing often suggests a really strong feminist vibe. The power you attach to female characters in your poetry and stories is really empowering. This one (with the goddess like woman on the cliff juxtaposed with the male character who just doesn't understand) and particularly 'stage play' (with its one single character who you make so clear we miss her when the candle dies) I hope me pointing this out deosnt make you alter this part of your work though. Its great to see a male writer doing this. You are saint amongst men<BR/>xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443410825139238710.post-57809194768619140152009-01-23T11:17:00.000+00:002009-01-23T11:17:00.000+00:00More melancholy loveliness from my favourite moody...More melancholy loveliness from my favourite moody smurf. Where do you get the energy? I'm a bad, lazy writer!<BR/><BR/>O.k. so the gifted line is gorgeous, “Her eyes are closed and the rain stings as it hits her eyelids.” But you make it so much more and I love the way you talk to the reader, making us feel sharing the process, letting us spy through you eyes.<BR/><BR/>Get ready for pasting:<BR/><BR/>'destined to fester with the dust of my dreams until forgotten.' love it.<BR/><BR/>'She is one with the soil, which quickens at her feet and with the wind, which whips her hair around her porcelain cheeks, and with the last light of the day as it blends with the mist into the sky into the sea. I cannot unsettle her. I can just watch.' Wonderful! Ur too good at this.<BR/><BR/>'conditions not found on postcards ' very cool!<BR/><BR/>'the intrusion of his voice almost makes me drop my pen.' There's that lovely Neverending Story shared worlds stuff again.<BR/><BR/>'Perhaps she is choosing the fate of the sailors invisible out in the backwaters of forever; either calling them to safety or guiding them to painful demise on the clot of sea-sharpened rocks below – though of course neither occurs.'<BR/><BR/>Love the hint of myth you always mix in, really turns it into folklore.<BR/><BR/>'Her mouth she opens but her eyes she keeps tightly shut as if opening them would allow the way that she sees the world to fall out and give her away.' Beautiful! Boy can I relate to that!!!<BR/><BR/><BR/>“I’m waiting for lucidity.” She offers weakly in one long, exasperated breath, but she is accompanied by a crack of thunder in a pitch-perfect harmony.<BR/>“Oh I wouldn’t fret too much Miss,” The stranger calls back. “That Lucy’s probably just runnin’ a bit late.”<BR/><BR/>Just had to quote that whole bit cos I love it so! What wry wit you have. So sweet. And such a positive, life-affirming ending. It's those small slices, those moments, that give you faith again. Congrats again, now stop making me look bad! xxxxxxxxxxxx dbe the serpenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00741238317853342892noreply@blogger.com