tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post7404021072221268446..comments2023-12-25T00:38:19.500-08:00Comments on Finding Wonderland: The WritingYA Weblog (archive): An Agreeable DestructionSarah Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534942492714970282noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-36702369516127118122008-05-17T07:48:00.000-07:002008-05-17T07:48:00.000-07:00Mary Lee - Actually poem and post occurred almost ...Mary Lee - Actually poem and post occurred almost simultaneously! I heard all the kids outside, and then I sat down at the computer to choose my poem. It was a happy synchronization.<BR/><BR/>I struggle with liking destruction and finding cathartic -- I'm not a packrat, but I can see my urge to preserve and memorialize eventually becoming problematic. I'm embracing noise and destruction!tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-83975895885722165272008-05-17T05:34:00.000-07:002008-05-17T05:34:00.000-07:00Wonderful post. The start of a story for you maybe...Wonderful post. The start of a story for you maybe...MotherReaderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11274509991340797264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-18581913613628533192008-05-17T03:49:00.000-07:002008-05-17T03:49:00.000-07:00Yes it is a sweet description of the field trip. M...Yes it is a sweet description of the field trip. My favorite part is "there was a pause and a helmet-to-helmet consultation...". I can just see it. And I'm glad to read that poem about an unshattered dish. Always something to celebrate! You are finding poetry in your chaos as usual.Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-32435835306480139532008-05-17T03:08:00.000-07:002008-05-17T03:08:00.000-07:00I'm just curious, which came first, the poem, or t...I'm just curious, which came first, the poem, or the post? And if the post, how did you find such a perfect poem?!?!<BR/><BR/>Your post dovetails nicely with Jama's, about the loss of the Hawaiian native culture.<BR/><BR/>At this point in the school year, I am finding myself in a build it up/tear it down predicament -- this family of learners that it took 9 months build will disintegrate in three weeks when they stampede (NOT "eel") to the bus that delivers them to summer.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-28055898823727599612008-05-16T18:01:00.000-07:002008-05-16T18:01:00.000-07:00My favorite part of this post is your phrase "eel ...My favorite part of this post is your phrase "eel up the sidewalk." It's perfect. I always got so tickled watching the preschool groups come for my storytimes, all marching in line two-by-two holding onto a long rope...eishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11309571088586091875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-1559041451543222532008-05-16T13:04:00.000-07:002008-05-16T13:04:00.000-07:00Great post, great poem, Tadmack! (Like the childr...Great post, great poem, Tadmack! (Like the children, I sometimes feel great release in destruction.)Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15169707337312707247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-84241014315304853292008-05-16T12:39:00.000-07:002008-05-16T12:39:00.000-07:00I loved that post. And like the voice in the poem,...I loved that post. And like the voice in the poem, I felt my jaw relax as that dished rolled into the grass unshattered, without ever realizing that I'd tensed in the first place.<BR/><BR/>May I recommend those glamorous sleep shades for your eyes, or blackout blinds or curtains for your windows? (I saw over at Tricia's that the scarcity of daylight is starting to get to you - although I'd thought it would be light even later than what you said by now, since it's light until almost 8 here in NJ and again in the early part of the 5 a.m. hour.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-56789528727131170482008-05-16T11:10:00.000-07:002008-05-16T11:10:00.000-07:00I love this post! I had never thought about the t...I love this post! I had never thought about the truth of what you said, about the ways in which our feeling about destruction change as we get older...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-17458613362061763952008-05-16T09:22:00.000-07:002008-05-16T09:22:00.000-07:00Great post -- especially liked your thoughts about...Great post -- especially liked your thoughts about destruction. The poem is brilliant -- must read more Henry Taylor!jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-63729981756194925722008-05-16T07:13:00.000-07:002008-05-16T07:13:00.000-07:00I love this post, the applause, the love of destru...I love this post, the applause, the love of destruction, the rescued day. Poetry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-88804867835853773152008-05-16T07:07:00.000-07:002008-05-16T07:07:00.000-07:00Great point: little kids are destroyers, then we t...Great point: little kids are destroyers, then we turn into--mourners/preservers/white-knuckle-grippers.<BR/><BR/>Your description of that school field trip is just fabulous. I'm still smiling as I picture it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-53063935218368001772008-05-16T05:55:00.000-07:002008-05-16T05:55:00.000-07:00As the mother of a 7-year old boy, I spend far too...As the mother of a 7-year old boy, I spend far too much time watching things torn down and built up. I keep hoping this phase will pass. There is just something so melancholy about watching the demise of a beautiful old building.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-60278724813789519482008-05-16T05:48:00.000-07:002008-05-16T05:48:00.000-07:00I'm never this lucky. My dishes always smash. Alth...I'm never this lucky. My dishes always smash. Although there was that one time when my sister accidentally sprung the side of my crib, launching ME into the air, and my dad caught me. Or so the family story goes...Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.com