tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post8672426672521355603..comments2024-03-18T21:13:12.753-04:00Comments on Jacob Russell's Barking Dog: November 25, 2010Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-92044590932491131552010-11-26T11:44:03.884-05:002010-11-26T11:44:03.884-05:00Well, there ya go! That's why God made mercuro...Well, there ya go! That's why God made mercurochrome for scarless healing.Frances Madesonhttp://www.booktour.com/author/frances_madesonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-37475559894110180502010-11-26T11:34:18.903-05:002010-11-26T11:34:18.903-05:00If I rub the belly of Cat-Who-Lives-With-Me I get ...If I rub the belly of Cat-Who-Lives-With-Me I get clawed.Jacob Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-54439107030224613142010-11-26T11:26:50.019-05:002010-11-26T11:26:50.019-05:00Woof-woof (rolling on back, showing belly).Woof-woof (rolling on back, showing belly).Frances Madesonhttp://www.booktour.com/author/frances_madesonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-26440684875946825852010-11-26T11:22:21.723-05:002010-11-26T11:22:21.723-05:00Not about the world. The poem.
Leaving the poem.....Not about the world. The poem.<br /><br />Leaving the poem... observing what is there... and nothing that is not.Jacob Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-67334662012786897672010-11-26T11:15:42.499-05:002010-11-26T11:15:42.499-05:00If that's the neutered world we have to live i...If that's the neutered world we have to live in, we might as well call a spade a spade.Frances Madesonhttp://www.booktour.com/author/frances_madesonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-87097048502760118692010-11-26T10:42:50.412-05:002010-11-26T10:42:50.412-05:00The first eleven lines weren't at first part o...The first eleven lines weren't at first part of this poem. A journal entry. Thinking about 'naming' in poems--what almost all description is. You write, 'tree,' and the reader calls to mind her own associations with what that word names. Further elaborations guide those associations, but at the core, there something in common, not the thing named, but the fact of its having a Jacob Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-56411574873636313922010-11-26T08:38:23.350-05:002010-11-26T08:38:23.350-05:00Archive this one under Teachings of the Barking Do...Archive this one under Teachings of the Barking Dog. And fire up the still to celebrate its arrival.<br /><br />The thing about commensurate perception, an easy way to call off the illusory intimacy, toxic or otherwise, is simply not to look. "Naming common things" or even coaxing the ineffable into cogency may be "a kind of a touch," but so's a swift kick in the arse.Frances Madesonhttp://www.booktour.com/author/frances_madesonnoreply@blogger.com