tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post5195871509738770471..comments2023-10-31T05:37:45.410-07:00Comments on Hungry Hyaena: DreamtimeHungry Hyaenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-45269335486417438762009-01-29T09:40:00.000-08:002009-01-29T09:40:00.000-08:00Josh:It's interesting that you read Auden's poem "...Josh:<BR/><BR/>It's interesting that you read Auden's poem "without despair." That emotion is not absent in my reading, but I like that you distinguish between despair and emptiness. My dream was dominated by the latter. I was not aware of any deep sadness, though the setting, snow and anonymity of my companion produced a rather hollow feeling.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the thoughtful comment, and sharing the poem.Hungry Hyaenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-67706555941050434832009-01-29T08:26:00.000-08:002009-01-29T08:26:00.000-08:00Point well made. The feelings that are expressed i...Point well made. The feelings that are expressed in "Funeral Blues" are larger than the story told, and larger than I have ever experienced. I've always found its mournful tone to be perfect for summoning an image of loss--- without despair, somehow. I can't read it without tearing up, but not with sorrow, exactly. Just emptiness. Your post yesterday reminded me of it. Some feelings have no name and no description.. Though I think Auden comes close.Josh Dooleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08624912162904630424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-90182523267214887952009-01-28T12:07:00.000-08:002009-01-28T12:07:00.000-08:00Josh:"Funeral Blues" is a great poem. I interpret...Josh:<BR/><BR/>"<A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Funeral_Blues" REL="nofollow">Funeral Blues</A>" is a great poem. I interpret it as a rather Nietzschean lament, the bells ringing for the patriarchal, creative God, but it seems as though even Auden would reject that reading.<BR/><BR/>But, hell, if my unconscious and conscious have different artsy preferences, who's gonna stop me from overruling the creator's intent, hm? ;)Hungry Hyaenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-66680476211118692222009-01-28T08:42:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:42:00.000-08:00Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent...Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,<BR/>Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,<BR/>Silence the pianos and with muffled drum<BR/>Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.<BR/><BR/>Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<BR/>Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.<BR/>Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<BR/>Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.<BR/><BR/>He was my North, my South, my East and West,<BR/>My working week and my Sunday rest,<BR/>My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;<BR/>I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.<BR/><BR/>The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,<BR/>Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,<BR/>Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;<BR/>For nothing now can ever come to any good.<BR/><BR/> -- W.H. AudenJosh Dooleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08624912162904630424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-41519439460098455152009-01-28T06:31:00.000-08:002009-01-28T06:31:00.000-08:00Today I'm going with snow encapsulated.Today I'm going with snow encapsulated.andiscandishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01409153642285844201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-57914638438978643152009-01-28T06:26:00.000-08:002009-01-28T06:26:00.000-08:00Andiscandis:Yes, please be sure to credit me. (If...Andiscandis:<BR/><BR/>Yes, please be sure to credit me. (If I learn that I am not being duly credited, I will seek legal recourse.)<BR/><BR/>Living in Cleveland, you'll be able to use "frost baked" more often than many people!Hungry Hyaenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-8559476133286828592009-01-28T06:11:00.000-08:002009-01-28T06:11:00.000-08:00"frost baked" = excellentI'm using it. Don't worry..."frost baked" = excellent<BR/><BR/>I'm using it. Don't worry, I'll put up my index finger and say, "Hungry Hyaena, 2009" afterward.andiscandishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01409153642285844201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-3911763614180943612009-01-27T13:09:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:09:00.000-08:00Oly:I assure you, no, they aren't usually so "high...Oly:<BR/><BR/>I assure you, no, they aren't usually so "high class." If only. This one, though...guilty as charged. But it <I>was</I> a lovely dream.Hungry Hyaenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-10327139508855987882009-01-27T12:56:00.000-08:002009-01-27T12:56:00.000-08:00Have I ever told you about my "Pony sandwich" drea...Have I ever told you about my "Pony sandwich" dream with David Letterman as the cafeteria lady?<BR/><BR/>Your dreams are much more high class than mine, sir.<BR/><BR/>:)Olyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03050655657910944678noreply@blogger.com