tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post4456212925130939539..comments2024-03-16T06:23:29.917-07:00Comments on The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal: Haiku 2012/299Patrick J. Vazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-75089849051770206802012-10-26T10:35:07.398-07:002012-10-26T10:35:07.398-07:00Thank you! It's always good to get an outside ...Thank you! It's always good to get an outside perspective on these things.<br /><br />Maybe I should get flu more often, or at least up my intake of cold medicine, which is the closest I'll probably come to a Rimbaud-like derangement of the senses.Patrick J. Vazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-79441660299514457032012-10-26T10:28:28.251-07:002012-10-26T10:28:28.251-07:00You've been on a roll, Sir. The bird on the st...You've been on a roll, Sir. The bird on the stem? The feet on the chilly floor? The untied shoelace, the needlepoints of rain, the out-shone moon? Poignantly observed, beautifully distilled in words. But "a tiny twist of weirdness" caught at my breath and won't let go. Kudos.Sibylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01298819489853065976noreply@blogger.com