Comments on: Humility, Nature’s Way

By: Deborah Barlow

Deborah Barlow — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 00:57:29 +0000

Thank you for this additional view, MS.

By: MadSilence

MadSilence — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 02:05:11 +0000

I enjoy the poetry of Wallace Stevens. There’s a depth to his writing, and a challenge and mystery in his work…

Of course my first love remains Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Both Stevens and Wallace capture the feeling of a winter twilight: the snowy isolation, sounds muffled by the snow, the glow of twilight in winter…

MadSilence

By: Deborah Barlow

Deborah Barlow — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 21:48:56 +0000

What a concept–how aboriginal artists would respond to a blanketing of the features they read in such extraordinary detail. Thanks for that thought, Elatia.

By: Elatia Harris

Elatia Harris — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 18:59:15 +0000

Always good to be reminded of Will’s blog, and to be provoked to wonder: what would aboriginal painters make of snow, with its near-obliteration of territorial markings and invitation to feel re-oriented if not lost?

By: ybonesy

ybonesy — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 04:15:29 +0000

I love your tag “Left speechless.”

Snow, it’s wonderful. We woke to snow, unbeknownst to us, one morning last week. I was awake, making coffee. My husband came into the kitchen from the bedroom and said, Why is it so quiet? He looked outside and saw why. I love snow.

By: joefelso

joefelso — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 02:36:59 +0000

I remember reading John Greenleaf Whittier’s “Snowbound” in school when I was a boy in Texas. Like our second grade lesson on making maple syrup, it seemed like news from another planet. Though the gray slush of Chicago isn’t very special, I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing snowfall and the familiar world entirely altered by it.

By: Deborah Barlow

Deborah Barlow — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 20:27:03 +0000

IV, like I said to you in one of my comments, your site is like a wild party. I’ll definitely stop in!

By: the individual voice

the individual voice — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 23:21:36 +0000

I love the idea of fingernail clippings getting through the gates of hell and the analogy to snowflakes disrupting lives. And I have just this weekend developed a passion for reading Wallace Stevens in relation to a Lydia Davis book review I just posted. And finally, you know that maps post you posted? Well I really loved it and riffed off of it and this thing led to that and I ended up with a whole new blog called Postcards from Bloggerville that you can get to via my regular blog and my visitors get to each have a post of their own describing their mental map of their world. You are invited…

By: alaleh

alaleh — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 09:32:01 +0000

It’s become freezing cold here: without snow.