BlogHer - Valentines day not for the weak of heart - Comments

SAHM = Stay At Home Mom

Melkist — Wed, 15 Feb 2006 09:12:18 -0600

"the years of bodice ripping historical novels and biographies"

*snort* way too true. The one that stands out the most was "Desiree", a piece of historical fiction about one of Napoleon's women. Bodice ripping indeed. :)

But You're Innocent When You Dream...

gotcha not at all what I expected

mir — Tue, 14 Feb 2006 00:09:02 -0600

I thought N and A would be two precocious orphans who have adventures in air balloons etc.. shows what I know.

I should have read more carefully, the pre-teen years could also be called the years of bodice ripping historical novels and biographies.

I think around than I was reading the thorn birds and shogun {cringe}.

What's a SAHM??

Miriam
The Flink
"like harnessing a unicorn to harvest potatoes"

Nicholas and Alexandra is

Melkist — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 22:37:43 -0600

Nicholas and Alexandra is about the last Czar of Russia, his wife, their kids, and the last years of their lives. Not exactly light reading, but an amazing story.

The woman who has been my best friend since I was 13 and I wrote stories together for years, and created a whole world in our heads. When I moved away at 15 we continued sending each other snippets of the story by mail up until we went to college...

But You're Innocent When You Dream...

totally new moon

mir — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 20:02:57 -0600

So with you on the lucy m. tip.

I spent a lot of time trying to make that curtain pulling back feeling happen for me the way it did for emily.

Bopping boys though? I think I was more one of them, not such a bopper moi, more of a fart-joke sharer.

What was nicholas and alexandra? Is that the kids book series tah th ethen brenda and billy characters on six feet under are referencing?

It would be an interesting study to find out how many bloggers spent a lot of their time socializing through the written word even pre-internet. I was a total note-passer as well as a a bookworm. I would sit next to my friends in their living rooms and pass notes, we wrote stories together etc...

Miriam
The Flink
"like harnessing a unicorn to harvest potatoes"

Hi, Miriam!

frankengirl — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 16:52:46 -0600

Hi, Miriam!

Definitely had my Madeleine L'Engle and Lucy Maud Montgomery near at hand. Not only did they make splendid companions, they were also very useful in bopping an obnoxious boy or two.

Very moving poems, btw! So moving that I just might have to scream silently (though to what effect I'm not entirely sure?)

"...what am I going to do with some of my more emotional blog entries in 20 years?"

Hey, I look forward to finding out! And thanks for the mention, btw - :)

Ahh the good days

Melkist — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:26:10 -0600

I moved to California just before starting High School, and spent the entire first semester's lunches going between L'Engle books and "Nicholas and Alexandra"..

A few years ago a friend bought me about 10 of her works in a collection, and I've been re-reading them ever since. But I had no inkling she wrote poetry as well... I think I just figured out what I want for Valentine's Day. :)

But You're Innocent When You Dream...

L'Engle

debra roby — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:20:16 -0600

I was a voracious reader as a kid (love that idea of books replacing human contact for learning about the world. What was I ever going to learn from the kids around me?), but I never read Madelaine L'Engle until I was in my 40s. Will have to add her poetry to my "wish list".

Debra
A Stitch In Time
Simple Still Life

gaargh.. I keep trying to

mir — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:01:34 -0600

gaargh.. I keep trying to leave you a link but it isn't working... wassup here?

this is the only thing i have found so far..

http://writer-lee.blogspot.com/2005/04/old-story-new-context.html

It's on many peoples reading lists though, so maybe in a few months there will be more?

Miriam
The Flink
"like harnessing a unicorn to harvest potatoes"

I don't heart Valentine's Day but...

Lisa Stone — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 10:31:51 -0600

Madeleine L'Engle? That's another story. Thought you all in the literati might appreciate this: According to L'Engle's official Web site, her poetry has been published in a single work, "The Ordering of Love: The New and Collected Poems of Madeleine L'Engle."

Does anyone know a blogger who has reviewed it? Links, links! I'd love to read more than than jacket copy.

Lisa Stone
BlogHer Co-founder
Surfette

Valentines day not for the weak of heart

mir — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 09:59:18 -0600

Okay question: Growing up, were you the girl who walked home on the other side of the street from all your classmates reading a book? Was it a book by jean little or madeleine l'engle by any chance?

I think it's a key element to any personality type- how much books replaced human contact as a way to learn about the world.

Anyways, it's valentines week which is a big deal judging by the number of hearts I have seen in my peripheral vision.

I decided to ring in the lovingest day of the year by doing the blogosphere equivalent of hiding in my bedroom writing bad poetry and drawing pictures of dragons in a black covered notebook..

Luckily I survived and am back to share with you all that I learned about bad poetry on the internet. Here's a linky list of heartfilled goodness for all y'all. Kisses.

In celebration of my erstwhile poetry habit and the season..
http://www.best-love-poems.com/

A repository of user contributed love poems. Such as;

Feeling all the love you have in your heart
Takes me higher than I could ever dream
A look, a kiss, a touch, just a start
Leading to passionate touches, a silent scream

That's pretty um, I don't want to sound critical but silent scream = love? Not so much in my books.

Why is the word hope synomymous with rope in so many of these? Can't you people try a little harder? Luckily, poetry is a *very* accessible medium (one might argue too accessible). So if you have the will but lack the skill you can use this Love poetry generator to fan the flames of passion and inspiration.

Here's mine...

My Love

Your skin glows like the breadfruit, blossoms wiley as the snapdragon in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your harpsichord voice and leaps like a giant sloth at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great albatross wing.
I am comforted by your control top pantyhose that I carry into the twilight of mountainbeams and hold next to my liver.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of liquid detergent.
As my kneecap falls from my overalls, it reminds me of your bus stop.
In the quiet, I listen for the last silent scream of the day.
My heated nostril leaps to my ankle socks. I wait in the moonlight for your secret hockeypuck so that we may run as one, nostril to nostril, in search of the magnificient periwinkle and mystical skipping rope of love.

Nostril to nostril, it just feels so real. I totally borrowed silent scream but I think it makes my ouevre a little postmodern.

Franken-girl wonders whether if isn't just a better idea to let all the heartache of yester-year burn merrily

Are certain periods of our lives best extinguished completely? Does that free us from an unhappy memory? Is Grandma right after all? I'm a Woman now. That Girl is gone. Should I let her rest in peace?

Or do burnt-diaries leave a hole in our life's bookcase? Or worse, a vulnerability that we might forget our history, and even recreate our own story to please ourselves (in lieu of honesty).

Good questions those, I know I found all my old diaries in the garage covered in raccoon crap about 4 years ago and sent them to the shredder save two. what am I going to do with some of my more emotional blog entries in 20 years?

I am going to sign off with this entry roses smell like boo-boo

from "when creative minds get bored" a 17 year old high school student writing about the meaning of v-day in highschool. From the dead frog in the locker to the wrinkled up oldies kissing it's heartfelt, beautiful and adorably idiosyncratic. It's probably the nicest thing I've read all week.

It's beautiful when a my grandparents kiss and say how much they love eachother (after 51 years) this is amazingly cheesy and I can't believe thatI'm putting htis on the internet... but its like love makes seemingly stupid things and turns them into something rare and well ...beautiful. I think that I realy DO see things in perspective now because valentines day isn't about the dozens of red roses or stupid pink teddy bears or the lacy boxes of chocolate that you'll see girls carrying around school it's about an old wrinkled up couple or few moments of silence between newlyweds or appreciating quirks clumsiness. right now in this moment I realize how young and naieve I really am...a warm hollow feeling

Here's to your warm hollow feeling creative mind.