I'm a gin woman myself. On the rocks. Three olives.
An amazingly talented writer -- especially in one so young. And a fellow Taurus!
Larry said it was a tuna on rye . . .
Granted : But it is Thailand 12/26/04
I wish it wasn't too late to go to bed early
That's all Paul bought me for dinner?
A fleeting victory, at best.
Haha Paul!
Granted: but the top won't come off and the only way to get it open is to break it.
I wish I could get great cell phone reception everywhere.
Baryshnikov in a backpack. So light on his feet. And a wonderful friend.
I have it written out for you over there, DC . . .
This is how I feel:
For "serious" poetry, what I crave is to have someone put words together in ways I have never experienced. It never ceases to amaze me when I find that in an author, and I view that talent with a kind of awe. With serious poetry, it is more the word placement than the poem as a whole that I appreciate. And it only works with poetry or very short stories. When an entire work is that intense, it is almost exhausting to read.
I also love to laugh. With humor, I don't have the yearning that I do with serious work. With humor, I just want to enjoy and laugh. When something is funny, I don't analyze like I do with serious work, I merely view it as something "funny," although there are works of humor that go beyond funny into brilliance.
Thank you all for weighing in - I enjoyed reading the views posted here. For me, most of the things that I have written over the years involve my playing with an idea of something that occurred, but I would never characterize the works as documenting real life experiences. My one poem, "Adolescence" was really written in high school, and, at the time, I had all the feelings stated in the poem. When I started exploring this site, I went through my old files and came across a couple of poems I thought might be fun to post. I posted "Adolescence" and gave it that title because, to me, it really sounded like a passionate high-schooler (which, of course, I was!).
Gastric.
Certain that someone said something about you that was intended to be an insult, but not wanting to say anything to call them on it so as to acknowledge that you thought it was an insult.