tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post6403266463102771782..comments2024-03-14T02:18:13.285-05:00Comments on T h e | D e e p | M i d d l e: The Erotic Poet Gardener--Stanley KunitzBenjamin Vogthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-46657903783300130782008-06-21T18:46:00.000-05:002008-06-21T18:46:00.000-05:00Kim--I don't like getting my gloves dirt, that's p...Kim--I don't like getting my gloves dirt, that's part of my problem. Then yes, touching the soil is grand, very grand. But it sure is annoying getting longer and longer fingernail due to dirt pushing further and further in. Did you sleep on the porch? I just don't think I could--we've lots of spiders, wolf spiders especially, and I wouldn't want to wake up with one of them on top of me (Jeff Benjamin Vogthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-90400278237797722092008-06-20T22:42:00.000-05:002008-06-20T22:42:00.000-05:00I am looking at my hands... I do not wear gloves, ...I am looking at my hands... I do not wear gloves, because I don't want any barrier to the kind of interaction in the garden that Kunitz described. They are stained with the juices of the many weeds I pulled tonight, in spite of a good scrubbing. I wear my ragged fingernails and torn cuticles with a sense of pride.<BR/><BR/>Or maybe hubris?<BR/><BR/>And thanks to you, I am picturing a lady readingAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14395380166485303934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-34788800501776668762008-06-19T14:44:00.000-05:002008-06-19T14:44:00.000-05:00DP--Excellent! You know, 2 years ago I'd left myse...DP--Excellent! You know, 2 years ago I'd left myself a note to buy this book, but it took me this long to find it again. This always happens. And here's a MAry Oliver poem I also just redsicovered, having read year's ago:<BR/><BR/>Stanley Kunitz<BR/><BR/>I used to imagine him<BR/>coming from his house, like Merlin<BR/>strolling with important gestures<BR/>through the garden<BR/>where everything Benjamin Vogthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-47430156304638126002008-06-18T22:19:00.000-05:002008-06-18T22:19:00.000-05:00Benjamin,Psychic you are too.Just ordered three co...Benjamin,<BR/><BR/>Psychic you are too.<BR/><BR/>Just ordered three copies cuz I just know I'm gonna wanna be givin a couple a these away.<BR/><BR/>Thanks in advance.<BR/><BR/>DPAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-87958306559713582652008-06-18T13:55:00.000-05:002008-06-18T13:55:00.000-05:00Mr. Perry--I knew you'd like this post. I was thin...Mr. Perry--I knew you'd like this post. I was thinking of you when I Was putting it together, actually--it's a great little read, hope you pick it up.<BR/>OFB--The owl stroy seems at once elemental and wonderful, but also a bit hubristic (I wish I didn't think the latter, all this damn grad school makes me not appreciate miracles and LIFE as much as I used to--can't wait to be done with it!).Benjamin Vogthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-69266533252742366212008-06-18T09:54:00.000-05:002008-06-18T09:54:00.000-05:00Ha! I had no idea he was also a gardener, but of c...Ha! I had no idea he was also a gardener, but of course I approve. And I did love the owl story, at least to the point where he took them into the house. Yikes, I almost started off on a rant about poetry, but I think I'll stifle it. Whew! That was close!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-19307245810566044922008-06-18T01:12:00.000-05:002008-06-18T01:12:00.000-05:00Damn fine reading. Thank you so very much.Damn fine reading. Thank you so very much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com