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posted by 
ing at 6:48 PM
In each eye there is an apple/ Buried there before the eye/ And out of sockets come the branches/ And from the branches dangle I ❦ Will Oldham, “God’s Small Song”
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7 Comments:
nice List. I always wanted to ask for All the Assholes in the World and Mine. However it appears to be oop.
7:37 PM
Re: titles - Awesome. I'm going to look into these over Christmas break. :)
Re: Newly Christened "Small Pieces"
Yes, that's a perfect title for it. Most of my titles have very little or nothing to do with anything. I'm so bad at titling things or naming characters. (I'm very proud of my character Michael Koestenbaum... it took 3 weeks to come up with that name!)
"Did I read this the wrong way?"
There isn't any "wrong way" to read my stuff, I think. There are ways that are not parallel with what I wrote, but I'm a firm believer that the writing should stand alone, and what the audience gets out of it is an indication of how well I conveyed my ideas.
I admit, the picture was probably a bit confusing, I was having a random image day. I like his expression though, and that character is such a perfect drummer stereotype. :) If anything, I question using the image now. It was disjoint from the poem, and I probably should have indicated that. Hrm... I will do so in future.
Thankyou for the feedback,
Jack
10:59 AM
Hmm. How about The Breast?
Unreal. Singular. No wonder Roth is you-know-who's, our pal in Wales, favorite author.
11:30 AM
OK,
I was going to cheat and look up Will Oldham? on the web. But, not going down that way.
I know Gary Oldham and Todd Oldham.
Not sure if Robert Hunter wrote Ripple. But I did use the words to sign many of my friend's High School Year Books.
I do think that every girl needs to feel like Bonnie. I know every girl needs to "feel" Clyde. (Love that 1960's Warren Beatty. OK, Shampoo was hot too.)
Speaking of I smell Bear. Did you ever listen to Joan Armatradings "Eating the Bear"? Fabulous. Let's make a deal, I will find this elusive Will O on the web, if you haven't listened to ol Joanies song, give it an ear.
We can meet back here!
Be cool Fashionista!
Sue the friend of Ginab.
8:08 PM
BTW, I do love those lyrics. They are a bit sad. But I don't think they are any more self-centered than anything on After The GoldRush. That was my classic moody teenage girl, suffering over heartbreak of the hard to break young lover. Who, lived to regret not returning the warm affections of yours truly.
I think it good for the soul to suffer for love. Gives you the compose to find the true meaning of the word.
"Tell me why, is it hard to make arrangements with yourself, when you are old enough to repaint, but young enough to sell."
good night ing!
8:17 PM
Favourites of mine are 'Eats, Shites and Leaves - Crap English And How To Use It' and 'Bullshit Bingo'
Thanks for the post again - I hope you enjoy the book... (i'm getting a bit of recommender's anxiety). I'm a student, but i'm a part-time bookseller as well, and now that I'm on holiday, it's virtually full time. I work at quite small store, but it's pretty well stocked with the stuff that sells. I think I'll be eternally disappointed with the reading culture in this country - authors have to reach Dan Brown levels of fame before anybody will give them a go... sigh...
6:07 AM
Funny post! I've got to give this some thought. Also.. Thanks for your imprint memory on my Blog! That is one helluva memory. I've never seen my Dad cry. Yet.
Ed
3:05 PM
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