Comments on: Visions of Lamb Cooked in Slight Brine

By: Allan

Allan — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 19:16:03 +0000

Nice to see your work appearing here, V & A

By: Valerie

Valerie — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 22:06:51 +0000

Thanks Lucy and Daniela for your remarks. And THANK YOU also to John for helping w. reading!

By: daniela elza

daniela elza — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 21:01:37 +0000

PS ok, i just listened to the auido and noticed that John also misread the last line. Hmmm. . . is that a sign:-)

By: daniela elza

daniela elza — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 20:56:29 +0000

Arlene and Valerie,

This poem, as your others, speaks to me of the paradoxes and contradictions in life. And you do it so light.ly, which is de.light.ful.
It is a way of looking at life. knowing that it will not always make sense:-) and somehow we are better off with that attitude. and maybe that is why I misread the last like as: without happiness, how do we know we actually exist?

i love the lines:

Who could have thought after these many years our most mundane remarks would outlast our affections.

We communicated almost solely through T-shirts, reading them out loud to each other,

thanks.

By: Lucy

Lucy — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 09:14:15 +0000

Disturbing and funny at the same time, most enjoyable. I’m torn for favourite lines between

‘I put on weight to occupy the kitchen in a wifely manner’

and

‘It’s about time to turn on Barry Manilow and crack some walnuts, like an adult’.