tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post1946769835535791130..comments2023-09-26T03:53:17.142-04:00Comments on Pentimento: "Easter at Al Qaeda Bodega"Pentimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17161146891505294679noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-29028118251599067022010-04-06T14:04:31.905-04:002010-04-06T14:04:31.905-04:00LOL!
Well, mourning doves are a sort of distant c...LOL!<br /><br />Well, mourning doves are a sort of distant cousin of their beautiful urban peers . . . and in England they're called "wood pigeons," so at least you can dream.Pentimentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161146891505294679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-81716854875810909572010-04-06T08:42:24.740-04:002010-04-06T08:42:24.740-04:00So true. I now, of course, adore all things pigeon...So true. I now, of course, <em>adore</em> all things pigeon. <br />Where I am, however, I have to make do with mourning doves, for the most part.Rodakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077919085157653816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-82367634178045723192010-04-06T08:35:23.401-04:002010-04-06T08:35:23.401-04:00Well, I can't control what other people think ...Well, I can't control what other people think of my beloved pigeons, and you wrote that poem long before you encountered the voice of reason on that topic. :)Pentimentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161146891505294679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-52670995067035830662010-04-06T08:18:02.074-04:002010-04-06T08:18:02.074-04:00I liked them.
This despite the fact that I dissed...<em>I liked them.</em><br /><br />This despite the fact that I dissed your beloved pigeons?<br />I hope that I had gotten out most of the typos that I found after I posted the link before you looked at them. I find it almost impossible to proof-read my own stuff, even though I'm the one always called on to proof-read documents created by others. With my own words, the mind overrules the eye.Rodakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077919085157653816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-69273371693768751262010-04-06T08:11:43.758-04:002010-04-06T08:11:43.758-04:00Thanks for posting the link to your poems, Rodak. ...Thanks for posting the link to your poems, Rodak. I liked them.Pentimentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161146891505294679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-5626458258039646292010-04-06T07:43:05.697-04:002010-04-06T07:43:05.697-04:00Oops. That should read "its beauty revealed&q...Oops. That should read "its beauty revealed"--the typo changes the sense of the sentence.Rodakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077919085157653816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-82700709385370812592010-04-06T07:18:43.868-04:002010-04-06T07:18:43.868-04:00Pentimento--
You have written so beautifully about...Pentimento--<br />You have written so beautifully about New York, and about the sense of exile, that I want to share a set of poems that I put together early this morning, in order to say "thank you." <br />There are four of them. The first two were written during my first summer in Brooklyn--nearly forty years in the past now. My sense of alienation from the world I had known in the midwest was still at peak strength. The next two were written a few years later, when the City was gradually becoming <em>home</em> to me, it's beauty revealed: <a href="http://writer.zoho.com/public/rodak/Four-New-York-Poems" rel="nofollow">Four New York Poems</a>.Rodakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077919085157653816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-75765143427020557482010-04-05T21:24:41.626-04:002010-04-05T21:24:41.626-04:00True. And beautiful.True. And beautiful.Rodakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077919085157653816noreply@blogger.com