Comments on: Unveiling the Veils http://qarrtsiluni.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/ online literary magazine Sun, 27 May 2012 00:49:27 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ By: kasturi http://qarrtsiluni.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-500 Sun, 09 Apr 2006 12:31:13 +0000 http://qarrtsiluni.wordpress.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-500 brenda, i could really relate to this piece, and i loved this:

“I’ve finally hung invisibility in the cedar closet of memory, it was a flamenco whirl of pursuit and escape. Instead I’ve disappeared into that smiling aging woman passing you by.”

]]> By: Brenda http://qarrtsiluni.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-499 Fri, 10 Mar 2006 17:35:52 +0000 http://qarrtsiluni.wordpress.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-499 The self, identity, is a very strange composition, isn’t it. Thank you, laurieglynn, MB, and beth, your comments thoughtful, heartfelt.

]]> By: beth http://qarrtsiluni.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-498 Tue, 07 Mar 2006 08:55:43 +0000 http://qarrtsiluni.wordpress.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-498 What a poignant comment from this strange midpoint of life. I was especially moved by the line “I hope I have given enough care and love…” – it seems to me that, in spite of all the reflection on self, this is where your heart really is.

Wonderful to see you here, Brenda.

]]> By: MB http://qarrtsiluni.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-497 Mon, 06 Mar 2006 12:23:56 +0000 http://qarrtsiluni.wordpress.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-497 This makes me reflect on where the line is between truth and fiction, between being seen and not seen, between story and reality. Where, among veils and dances, does the line in the sand lie… or does it?

]]> By: laurieglynn http://qarrtsiluni.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-496 Mon, 06 Mar 2006 00:37:20 +0000 http://qarrtsiluni.wordpress.com/2006/03/05/unveiling-the-veils/#comment-496 There is a bittersweet honesty to this composition. The metaphors are quite captivating, but even they point to a poignancy, of deeper meaning in the spirit of self-reflection, and mirrored response to what we experience in facing our own frailties in character and mortality.

But I disagree with the final line, for you are not invisible. A stranger could not fail to notice the gait of your Artistry.

Blessings~

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