I actually gasped when I saw which poem you'd posted; that's been one of my favorites since I stumbled across it as a high school nerd. The way it makes the mundane weird and magical ... so with that, after lurking around your page for ages and loving your words; I had to subscribe, as a small way to pay back the joy you've brought. Your insights helped me survive the Dabb catastrophe of Supernatural, too, when I felt like some kind of Cassandra screaming "they're ruining it!" into the void. Anyway, thank you for your observations; I enjoy learning from you.
Melissa! Thank you!! still bitter about Dabb - maybe someday I'll get over it??
I love that this poem speaks to you in that way. I don't know how I missed it but I did and ... once I read it I was like ".... how have I lived without this poem for this long?" I love how he starts with objects - like clocks and stuff - but by the end, he is watching humans deal with their emotions - and stating what he sees without understanding. It's so brilliant. I should read more of his work!
A confession: from a lifelong Elvis fan who's sat through a lot of his movies: I paid money to see Clambake at the Devon Theatre on Tremont Ave in the Bronx. But I walked out after 20 minutes
Oh God!! That movie is GRIM. (Not as grim as Paradise Hawaiian Style which is ... unwatchable). I just hate how puffy and bored he looks. He was not a dumb person. He knew it sucked!
I actually gasped when I saw which poem you'd posted; that's been one of my favorites since I stumbled across it as a high school nerd. The way it makes the mundane weird and magical ... so with that, after lurking around your page for ages and loving your words; I had to subscribe, as a small way to pay back the joy you've brought. Your insights helped me survive the Dabb catastrophe of Supernatural, too, when I felt like some kind of Cassandra screaming "they're ruining it!" into the void. Anyway, thank you for your observations; I enjoy learning from you.
Melissa! Thank you!! still bitter about Dabb - maybe someday I'll get over it??
I love that this poem speaks to you in that way. I don't know how I missed it but I did and ... once I read it I was like ".... how have I lived without this poem for this long?" I love how he starts with objects - like clocks and stuff - but by the end, he is watching humans deal with their emotions - and stating what he sees without understanding. It's so brilliant. I should read more of his work!
STUNNING ! Thank you Sheila for putting these words on the page. I'm flattened. Love you !
A confession: from a lifelong Elvis fan who's sat through a lot of his movies: I paid money to see Clambake at the Devon Theatre on Tremont Ave in the Bronx. But I walked out after 20 minutes
Oh God!! That movie is GRIM. (Not as grim as Paradise Hawaiian Style which is ... unwatchable). I just hate how puffy and bored he looks. He was not a dumb person. He knew it sucked!
Huge ten years, Sheila. So proud of the career you have forged since Roger reached out to you. He knew what he was doing. As usual 😁❤️❤️❤️
thank you - that's so nice of you to say!
I just wanted to read your essay about After Hours and now I have to DIE FOR IT??
You just have to wait until July!!
PS This was a delightful roundup. Thank you.
thanks!