Parker Owens
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I like this story. The idea of an enchanted typewriter appeals to me, and you pulled it off well. A dry, parched, arid and dusty well of ideas is certainly something I’m far too familiar with. I only wish my own ancestors would occupy my ancient Olivetti in such a productive manner. Thank you for this!
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I’d say you’ve succeeded admirably.
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Liam becoming a friend and even a wise mentor to Ed made me smile. So did his analysis of the two books. Liam has come a very long way, even as you show us how far he might yet have to travel.
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You’re very welcome. It makes me smile to know someone else remembers in a way like mine.
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Many thanks. I’m glad you think so.
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You’re very kind. I think Fleetwood Mac has a wider audience than I do. I can still hear every sound, music included. Funny how memory works, isn’t it?
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I’m glad these combinations of couplet and skyscraper conveyed that to you. I hoped something like that would come across. Thanks very much for reading!
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Some moments drip with wet and cold, while others gleam in light and gold. * My old eyes are no longer focused on the gaunt tree beyond the window, nor on the slope of your bare chest and lanky frame, but I can see your smile well enough to know the coming hours will shine bright. ~ ~ ~ When through the air sweet flowers fly, a breath of life is surely nigh. * I can scent the Marlborough you smoked, you
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You’re very kind in your comments on this story. Robert changed his hateful colors after high school, but Jamie never knew that. There’s such sadness in the could-have-been thread in this tale. I can only wish that Ed and Robert remain connected and can help each other move their grief into hope. Thanks again for reading.
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Thank you very much for your kind comments. Words have their limits as we try to fully understand and describe our fellow human beings.
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Thank you very much for your response. Yes, the written word, as perfected as it might be, is yet limited in its power to get at the essence - and this must be all the more true as one writes about another complex human being.
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You say it so well. The painting needs a viewer, and the writing needs a reader. Our arts still leave us on one shore, searching for ways across to the other, where full understanding lies. Thank you very much for your thoughts.
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I’m very happy you think so. Thanks for reading!
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Thank you. You did indeed get the idea: each one of us defies definition, we are too complex for that. The question yet unasked is why do so many people insist on turning their neighbors and acquaintances into one-dimensional simplifications?
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Billy wrought wonders in language. This poem is but the palest shadow of his skill, yet it makes my heart sing to know this made your mind recite him. Thanks for sharing your reaction.
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Ten thousand thousand words might we deploy in service to description of a man that colors him as subtle, sharp or coy to picture him as well as artists can which lets us see such light as there may be at play upon a face or outward frame acknowledging some confidence or glee or thoughtful contemplation of the same. But plentiful though dictionaries prove, they have but little power to express what makes the inner soul and spirit move nor ma
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The blackness ahead, the bright sun behind... such a vivid scene you set for us, and a description worthy of revelation, too.
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Jordan raises questions that intelligent people have brought up for a long time. This is a thought provoking read, and an invitation to probe both broad philosophical and theological writings.
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I really liked this story. It’s sweet in its way, without being mawkish and it remains true and direct.
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What a grand story of a beautiful friendship. Thank you.
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Thank you, for sharing this prompt with me, and for blowing my dim, dull embers back to life. Robert and Ed’s different stories intersect at Jamie, and might run more closely in parallel hereafter. It can be hoped that each will allow the other to be a part of healing. If these things come through, then I can rest content. Thank you for your kind words and for your encouragement.
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I’ll agree with @Mattyboy both in terms of Ouch, and the bitter taste that lingers in each successive line. This is an excellent and yet difficult poem.
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Thank you so very much for your comments, which are both kind and encouraging. Writing has been clogged, if not blocked, and this helped break things free, at least a bit. Ed forced Robert to face his actions, things he’d prefer to have left buried. He took the chance that Robert would respond without defensiveness or shutting him out. Would that Robert had taken such a chance with his own brother. At least there’s a ray of hope for them both in the last lines of the story. Thanks again for reading and for your thoughts.
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There does seem to be a common thread, as you say. Certainly tragedy has struck Robert twice, and Ed, too. They can choose to take the chance to befriend one another (and become less distant, to use Ed’s word), and in my own mind, they make that choice. I’m very glad you could get a clear picture and sense of the scenes from the text; that tells me I’ve done something right. Thanks so very much for reading, and for your comments.
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Thank you very much for your response to this story. It was most kind, and I’m very glad to know it held your interest. If it spurs you to make stronger connections of your own, I shall be doubly cheered. Once again, many thanks.
