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Reviews For: Festoon

Calligrapher of Hearts 2006-04-02 ch 1,	abuseI think this is your most cryptic yet Unca. VERY interesting... gonna take some decoding... Love ya! xhXix
breezy nostrils 2006-03-28 ch 1,	abuseWings of ligaments hooked onthin philosophy - interesting line. especially the thin philosphy part. panic in perfect control. - the juxaposition in that line makes my head spin (which isn't necessary a bad thing) weathering the rush of written climbing (so relatable - reminds me of those times I couldn't write or couldn't complete a poem) floating higher is an easier option. - perfect last line - it really closes the poem well. nice work. and hope things are good with you :P -breezy
Farrie 2006-03-28 ch 1,	abuseYour poems were recommended to me by one of my friends and I am so grateful to her. I wish I had time to read more of it now, but I've got to get to school. Keep writing though.. and I'll keep reading.. when I have the time.
Aquafied 2006-03-27 ch 1,	abusetaught to flyby professors of the soil;-one of those, i would take to many parts and say so many great things poem. this makes me feel like i am in a gala place rather than here, staring at a book.but then again, it contradicts the relaxing feel of the sounds of jack johnson. who makes me feel like i am somewhere in hawaii. but no, i am not. (but this is beautiful. and makes me feel so inferior in my vocabulary.i need to read more, i miss it)
Faithless Juliet 2006-03-27 ch 1,	abuse(Wings of ligaments hooked on thin philosophy) Love the “wing” imagery but I most enjoyed the “thin philosophy” aspect, it’s like - what philosophy is written in stone, it made me think of Einstein and Newton and their whole (thing) like why is green - green? - who decided that it was green, and why green and not blue? Philosophy has always made me feel funny - I kid you not I was one of those kids in first grade who understood 2+2 but I couldn’t understand who decided that 2 really was 2. Math has always been my worst enemy. (Professors of the soil) It makes me think of botanists or farmers, what other higher power is there then the earth or things that come from it to feed us. (Riding the air like butterflies driven by the short energy they're loaned) I like that! Don’t butterflies live like only two weeks or something - something like that - it makes me think of the theory of the bumblebee (kind of off I know) but theoretically their wings can’t support the weight of their bodies so they shouldn’t fly, but they don’t know that, so they do it anyway. I like that kind of determination in creatures - bees have never scared me either - I’ve never been stung either - I think I could be one of those bee-charmer people. Student of ladies (interesting!) and gentler men (what a wish! I don‘t know what would bother me more about men, too gentle or too ruff - I think a nice half and half mixture of both works quite well for me), their dreams are responsible for breeding mine. - I kind of like how that plays out, like being influenced by someone else (failure or success) like I remember the first thing that I ever wrote and it was only because I was board out of my mind one night at daycare and this other girl said that she could write a better story then I could - and look how that changed the course of my life. I think influence lends a lot to people, it changes and makes who were are. From your Review: “My teacup runneth over” I really wasn’t sure about that verse, it came to me as I was writing it and at first I liked it but then a few days later I hated it and I had to have a real battle with myself over keeping it in or taking it out - the fact that it’s so odd I think makes it work well, and I snicker a little bit each time I read it too so don’t feel too bad. (Is it night? I see it as night here) I see it as day, but I don’t clarify so it works both ways. And I like that you mention the songs - music, especially folk was such a huge part of my life growing up and we didn’t have CD’s until I was like ten so everything was off a record - my first experience with Bob Dylan was from one of my mothers old records, she had the original 1968 recording of him live and I heard “All I really want to do” and I was hooked. So I used to blare the music as loud as I could so I could hear it outside - Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell, June Carter, Odetta, Elvis, Linda Waterfall... so on and so forth and even a little Ani Difranco when I got older (I also recommend her for some really empowering modern folk music - she‘s bitter, she‘s raw - “So much shouting, so much laughter” its like a greatest hits but live.) (Loving the life you give to 'songs' by making them walk around at night) I think every good song, or poem for that matter, has a life of it’s own. And the poet’s name was Dorianne Laux. Actually I am a tea drinker; coffee mostly because I do way too much, but tea relaxes me, I always drink tea when I can’t sleep - like when I’m too wired - it calms me down. But I did used to line my mothers set of china teacups outside and let the rain collect and then drink them - I’ve always been a very weird person but I thought it was good. In reference to "soft" - I guess you would have to see a picture of him, but the only word that comes to my mind when I think about him is soft - like dough boyish which was a harsh comparison to his actual personality (kind of a violent person) my mother kept his WWII uniform after he died and it’s molding in one of her closets but I took it out once and it terrified me, it just has such a harsh vibe to it. I like how you caught onto the pacific part - it’s my ocean I got to represent - my perfume is even called Ocean Pacific - I think I would miss it too much if I ever lived near any other ocean. Anyway though, I liked your poem, found your points of view fascinating on my own - taken up way too much space here, so I’m off. Update soon! Juliet.
White Tea and Ginger 2006-03-27 ch 1,	abuseAs always, gorgeous piece. 'Shock me up and blow away the key,' loved that line, so creative. You get a poem out so often. I'm jealous, I don't get inspired so quickly. What's your secret ;)? Anyway, keep doing it, I love reading your stuff! Hill
Anecdotes Of The Arcane 2006-03-27 ch 1,	abuseSpeechless! Great imagery. Wonderful. Gah o.o
chaos called creation 2006-03-27 ch 1,	abuse'shock me up' i was expecting shake, but it's new, it's inventive -artist shrug- this in some way according to me is almost (i'm so sure of myself eh?) lyrics worthy. the 'gentler men' part made me smile. festoon = great word
Annie Jadin 2006-03-27 ch 1,	abuseI love the imagery in this poem. It's beautiful.
lavenderfoxdaisy 2006-03-27 ch 1, anon.	abusewings of ligaments hooked on thin philosphy- just love the FEEL of this peom, the sentiments, the notions, the originailty of its it's so thrilling and inspiring...thank you for writing this poem
xHannahx 2006-03-27 ch 1,	abuseinteresting. as ever, loving the random (but still sense-making) use of words. i like "shock me up and blow away the key", tis gd stuff, Han.

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