tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883703815684613053.post4041516565838594533..comments2023-07-17T14:05:27.313-07:00Comments on Visible Poetry: Aesthetic Acts in Progress: Lunar Landing: Where Memory and Fiction CoincideKarin Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140847012863712890noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883703815684613053.post-54717243926375452872009-08-03T09:16:39.026-07:002009-08-03T09:16:39.026-07:00Hey Lisa, did you recognize yourself?
I like that ...Hey Lisa, did you recognize yourself?<br />I like that image--swinging to the moon! I'll help push but, alas I don't have booster rockets in my arms. Where do you want to meet, which playground?<br /><br />xxkKarin Copehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18140847012863712890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883703815684613053.post-47431856726361091292009-08-02T20:02:20.595-07:002009-08-02T20:02:20.595-07:00Wow. These pictures take me back. Grandpa and Gra...Wow. These pictures take me back. Grandpa and Grandma, you, Les. All immediately recognizable. --I even registered that when you were playing paperdolls it was in our house on cassidy. --I recognize the couch.<br /><br />Unlike you, I am know I don't remember the men on the moon. What I think of in association is hearing that all I wanted to do was to go to the playground and have someone push me faster and higher on the swing. So if I had my druthers, I guess I would have liked to have swung my way to the moon.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16028192588226107984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883703815684613053.post-25167315541199426182009-07-31T19:16:52.043-07:002009-07-31T19:16:52.043-07:00The picture with the raisin soup is the one that i...The picture with the raisin soup is the one that is most recognizable to the now-Karin. xoUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15752285996677363508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883703815684613053.post-15564073785106224652009-07-31T19:14:18.685-07:002009-07-31T19:14:18.685-07:00I love this !!!!!!!! It's wonderful. That ni...I love this !!!!!!!! It's wonderful. That night I was 19 and working at a crumbie resort in Orillia Ontario and my (rich) boyfriend was visiting with his parents who wished they were anywhere else, and only wnated to talk about Edward Kennedy and whether or not he killed that poor woman who was a secretary or something -- her name escapes me, but the memory of how inappropriate the conversation was is all that remains.<br /><br />My father was a mining engineer and we went with him sometimes to mining camps in Maine or in northern Ontario. We did until I was school age at least. I remember one in particular because the men in the camp thought I was great (aged 5 like you in these pix) and they would wait for me when we all came to the mess hall for dinner and they'd all want to pick me up to pat the great huge moose head hanging high up on the wall above the fireplace. But I knew (well-versed as I was in the Oz books -- all 20 of them) that the rest of the moose was waiting behind the wall, intact and completely ready for adventure if the magic would only unfold, as I perfectly knew it would should I pat this thing. A bit of a disappointment was I to everyone about all this.<br /><br />This is absolutely the thing for me to read and think about tonight. Aren't you just magic powder bringing all sorts of mysteries to vivid life.<br /><br />So here we are. I'll call in a couple of days.<br /><br />Belief, truth and imagination. will we ever get straight (or at least visible) the way they mean to work together ?<br /><br />xoxoxxoxoxox M<br /><br />Maddy has a huge great ugly lesion in her neck. I've washed it and sprayed it with vet disinfectant spray. Doeesn't seem to hurt her much but ... what to make of it ? Is this cancer realted or just old age ? I wonder. Don't expect you to know. Just sharing.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15752285996677363508noreply@blogger.com