tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post2052731447360941333..comments2023-10-03T11:41:21.191+01:00Comments on The Truth About Lies: #600Jim Murdochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post-89225660300673016132015-12-23T20:23:03.899+00:002015-12-23T20:23:03.899+00:00"No one really grows up. Our bodies crumble a..."No one really grows up. Our bodies crumble about us and that provides a patina of maturity but that’s all it is. We get better at faking it." - Patty Patina loves this!Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post-86352594626088128502015-12-22T15:33:27.065+00:002015-12-22T15:33:27.065+00:00Philip, I’m just pleased when anyone likes any of ...<b>Philip</b>, I’m just pleased when <i>anyone</i> likes <i>any</i> of my poems. <br /><br />And, <b>Kass</b>, I’m glad you liked it too. I’m not sure that I see mortality as the issue her but I suppose it all depends on what you mean by ‘mortality’. The young always assume that in time the things that don’t make sense to them will come into focus. The older I get the more I realise that’s not a given. Writing a poem, a story or a novel is not like fitting a new tap or even a whole bathroom suite. How many ways can there possibly be to install a toilet bowl? But every time I put pen to paper it’s like I’m starting off anew. There’s absolutely no guarantee because I’ve done it before I’ll be able to do it again. I know I’ll probably be able to but I don’t get cocky. No one really grows up. Our bodies crumble about us and that provides a patina of maturity but that’s all it is. We get better at faking it.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post-47710137689822115992015-12-21T18:12:44.045+00:002015-12-21T18:12:44.045+00:00While I like the allusion to children sobbing in #...While I like the allusion to children sobbing in #534, #600 is a quite perfectly complete expression of a struggle to understand mortality. Especially like "...an interview in the womb."Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post-90750631168909018612015-12-20T15:47:31.026+00:002015-12-20T15:47:31.026+00:00Yes. Yes I like this one very much. I prefer it to...Yes. Yes I like this one very much. I prefer it to #534 actually, though it matters not one jot nor tickle. Thanks.PhilipHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811831703263176415noreply@blogger.com