Comments on: A Quiet Cancer

By: Stefani

Stefani — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 10:27:09 +0000

I think often our dreams and our reactions to them should be separated. I get the feeling here of something ending and a new beginning. a resistance to the new beginning in the hospital admin etc. Dreaming of sickness might mean a new period of rejuvenation ahead. A glob of blood, something that needs to be said, a creative action, maybe in posting this story and photo it came to fruition for you.
That tree looks like a pyre, dying(no pun intended) to be set alight.
Imagine the fantastic fire, and imagine yourself, a part of yourself that only you can know about, soaring as a phoenix from the flames.

By: Nancy

Nancy — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 10:49:43 +0000

Yeap, definitely a “spitting” connection, Pinaki
And given your recent curiosity about mermaids (I’m methodically avoiding the word “obsession”) I think you should contact and meet Vanda ASAP. But then again… you may detest the sea altogether after that. So, please, I beg of you, stay away from everything sea-relevant and keep enchanting mountains and mountain plateaus, canines, dinner tables, foxes, beautiful cats and everything else beautiful or not. The more I think of it, the more I think you’ll hate Masirah. But you’re invited anyways, whenever you like.

By: pinaki

pinaki — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 06:21:25 +0000

Nice armchair, Reeth. Hi to Anila too, and all the deliciously add-soaked minds at home. We know they’re the best kind. Spitting it out reminds me of Eliot. I was keeping that for another post but you beat me to it. Unless you didn’t know it when you said it, and it’s alright then.

Nancy, I notice you’ve mentioned spitting too. There seems to be a connection here. I wonder what Vanda has to say. Do mermaids spit? Nice goosebumps though. See you in Gabon. When’re you inviting me to Masirah? Slowpoke.

Karma, sometimes I sits and thinks.

By: Karma

Karma — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 05:50:00 +0000

Staring at the moon is not so good then

By: rita rebello

rita rebello — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 06:34:43 +0000

so maybe this is the closure to 2001…
you`ve spat it up and finished with it , under the same moon glow.
admin hosp probs? noone can help you except yrself and you can do it.. hozzat for armchair amateur analyzing!!?? seriously, just kidding!

By: Nancy

Nancy — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 05:30:09 +0000

Had to read it many times to decipher where the dream and where reality was. It reminded me of a recent nightmare where a friend was spitting moss from inside the window of an overturned car. Just like then, today my blood froze again. Some would believe that being a poet would provoke dreams and not nightmares in magical sceneries lit by an equally enchanting full moon and deliciously haunted by rambling wild canines. But being a different poet can produce a dream out of the nightmare, too. Obviously. Hmmm. Thanks for the morning goose bumps.