tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post8868346286715130501..comments2024-03-18T21:13:12.753-04:00Comments on Jacob Russell's Barking Dog: America Honors its Poets: Where are we Now?Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-35608849343129215362009-08-08T23:04:54.834-04:002009-08-08T23:04:54.834-04:00... I can't imagine. Once this has happened to...... I can't imagine. Once this has happened to you, there's no new information. You get it. You find your own way to deal with it... or deny it. But the first time: to have to reconfigure your whole grasp of what the world is made of and your place in it... if you haven't experienced it, it takes an extraordinary mind and imagination to grasp what that means.<br /><br />I had a Jacob Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-13173454514795292172009-08-08T22:53:29.322-04:002009-08-08T22:53:29.322-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Jacob Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-32062432960634274922009-08-08T22:22:01.537-04:002009-08-08T22:22:01.537-04:00Interesting you should link the two events. One ev...Interesting you should link the two events. One evening over a glass of Shiraz on your porch, I'll tell you the story, if you like, of a woman who was arrested in the train station on her way to the inauguration. Her crime? Sitting on the floor in the main area. The waiting room was full. When she refused to get up (people often sit on the floor and she didn't take their request seriouslyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com