Reviews for Listening to thistles

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Nobody-n-Particular 2006-07-13 ch 1,	abuseI loved the last two lines, aesthetically pleasing.
classic violet 2006-07-11 ch 1,	abuseI adore the word thistle. I don't know why, but I do. There's just something about how the 'hist' rolls off your tongue. Wonderfully vivid poem. Perfect and gorgeous.
Moondog Dozier 2006-07-06 ch 1,	abuseThe way the sound wraps around itself in this gets even the reader tongue-tied. Such a wonderful cavalcade of putting just the right word in just the right place. Somehow, I have forgotten to review you in awhile, and I've clearly missed out on some great writes. Sound-sound-sound-MARVELOUS.
Katybuckets 2006-06-16 ch 1,	abuseyour work amazes me everytime :) kudos to you
Pink Sparrow 2006-06-14 ch 1,	abuseits a little confusing but so pretty! the imagery and description was gorgeous and it was written beautifully. wonderful work!
a lonely september 2006-05-24 ch 1,	abusethis is really nicely written. i had to look up thistles cos im a **, but a good poem.
breezy nostrils 2006-05-24 ch 1, anon.	abuseyou and your slacking! and...ocd. seriously! you should become an editor lol. hope you're doing well. i'm starting to cheer up which is good I supposed. Anyway, hope things are good with you.
Hotel Mornings 2006-05-23 ch 1,	abuseWhile I don't think I understand exactly what you were saying, I quite enjoyed this poem. You described everything so well, it really made the imagery very powerful. Your choice of rhymes is also very well done. It flows so well through out the poem. good job.
AchtungBabyAchtung 2006-05-21 ch 1,	abuseLeaking through burr-bearingpathways, faster than the rain. love those lines! the allit. is gorgeous. iz x
frayedlifeforce 2006-05-19 ch 1,	abuseglad you're back from writer's block.'he feeds me thistles, learn to listen and it won't pick so deeply'best lines - they hit me so hard. nice write!
mizu no kokoro 2006-05-17 ch 1,	abusewow, i can imagine the paradox in this. beauty of the flowers, the inner morbid feeling hidden under what seems so bright and happy. love the line(s): Wild wit/never heard of it. great work! keep writing~
Leeona Trance 2006-05-17 ch 1,	abuseI'm not quite understanding this, but I see a symbol in "he feeds me thistles; learn to listen/and it won't prick so deeply". Thistles are feelings, and if you acknowledge them you won't hurt. Good poem ~Leeona Trance
Aquafied 2006-05-16 ch 1,	abuseteeth full of whistles and thorns.-psh, that is ** in words right there. (o, combo, excitement) everything has become mildy sexual these days, just have to make it that way. bloody scintilation
Calligrapher of Hearts 2006-05-16 ch 1,	abuseI dunno WHAT you're talking about =oD But I loved it anyway! Fantazmic imagery Unca! xhXix
Faithless Juliet 2006-05-16 ch 1,	abuseTwo poems - all for the price of one; big poppa and the baby; I’ll start with baby (so less complicated, and I feel like doing things backwards:) “Nesting in an average, unpoetic corner of/standard, uncorrected folds of thought;” Actually the thing that I like best about this verse is the use of ‘average’ - the average (everybody else) being standard and unpoetic. A subtle way of introducing yourself as someone you’re not. “Collection of mutterings that are unstrung,” - Muttering makes me think of thoughts; though our minds make a lot of sense sometimes, mostly we’re all just muttering/stuttering/cluttering idiots.“Too brittle for clutching, too cold to be caught.” - I like this line, but not as an ending. I wanted more from this. Big Poppa’s turn: “See the dandelions pose” - they seem like soldiers to me, in this field, just an army of flowers standing at a bizarre angle of attention. An interesting masculine setup for the emotions of boyhood that you’re about to show. “Onely, singular/knee-high boy/all silly and forlorn” - Very innocent, and so child-like, almost like a child writing from a child-like perspective (you know what I mean?) but also after this opening and the stanza that follows it feels somewhat erotic and provocative. “Teeth full of whistles and thorns.” - I’m seeing all this through a strange Technicolor haze; I really do love this line though. Teeth full of whistles makes me think of how guys whistle at girls when they walk by, but I think in this context it’s slightly different, and the ‘thorns’ are interesting as well - rose-like, kissing someone with thorns in their mouths, evocative. “Tempted by sharp blossoms” - You have this underlining theme of prickly things, prickly people, prickly emotions, like if you were trying to reach out and touch it your hand would get cut to pieces but you’d still HAVE to touch it. “To Stab a fingertip and fall sleepily” - interesting comparison to Sleeping Beauty, I think it could happen with a boy/man too, there’s just as much innocence in boyhood as there is in girlhood (it can be easily swayed.) “A representation of my child-shape,/he feeds me thistles; learn to listen/and it won't prick so deeply.” - Love the ‘child-shape’ imagery, like slicing the child out of the man and having him run wild. The thistles have become this strange aphrodisiac in a way (like chocolate, but in plant form) - provocative; I do so love sexy imagery. “Wild wit,/never heard of it.” - Loved the rhyming there, very crisp and very sharp. Wild wit makes me think of ‘Peter Pan’ or ‘The Artful Dodger’ or ‘Huck Fin’ all immortal boys but with the wit and charm (though not sexual) that their future male counterparts might one day have. Like having the best parts of the two shells in one; the innocence of boyhood wedded with the masculinity and confidence of manhood. “I imagined flashbacks to be dry,/but 'been proven wrong again.” - This last stanza is interesting, but like the smaller one I’m not quite sure that it’s strong enough to back the rest of it up. It felt too solid, while the rest of it was very slinky and shapeless. Well done, I loved the middle section, and as usual you’ve taken me on that roller coaster ride of poetry. Do you ever just get high on good poetry? Loved it. Keep up the good work. Much love,Juliet.

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