tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post6874527854642060792..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: The Man I Loved, Stripped Nakedchristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-46530313692516453282009-05-27T07:20:28.859-07:002009-05-27T07:20:28.859-07:00HB, Thanks for saying so.HB, Thanks for saying so.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-58455154480260881682009-05-27T04:10:52.927-07:002009-05-27T04:10:52.927-07:00wow! that innocent voice in the first one really t...wow! that innocent voice in the first one really touches deep...<br /><br />the ending is great!<br /><br /><br /><br />yes the seconed one is so prophetic... your intuition saw what was going on in you...human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-48126541424188336822009-05-26T12:08:52.837-07:002009-05-26T12:08:52.837-07:00Patia I am happy to oblige.Patia I am happy to oblige.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-62221156171829692009-05-26T09:42:09.134-07:002009-05-26T09:42:09.134-07:00I love these bits of family history you share. I'v...I love these bits of family history you share. I've heard much of it before, of course, but it makes more sense in writing.Patiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13266018405604523361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-56535349640616732082009-05-25T18:58:57.865-07:002009-05-25T18:58:57.865-07:00Erin, Yes, I have no clue whether or not that is j...Erin, Yes, I have no clue whether or not that is just the dark side of me, not a prediction at all. But it is startling. The first is of course a true story. I was a friendly little boy. <br /><br />And about getting you on your blog, there are people who have never been in that bathroom, I suppose. The last thing going on in there is sex, for one, not at that time, and for the rest, if you know, then you know and if you don't, or if you feel bad about it, then let's talk about something else please. <br /><br />But that was my world for a long time, not the lines per se, but other stuff, serious stuff.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-78475718217036700102009-05-25T16:55:34.115-07:002009-05-25T16:55:34.115-07:00What's there to say of that first one? You as lit...What's there to say of that first one? You as little boy, breathing air of two men, you asking - beautiful.<br /><br />The second, startling. I often wonder if our bones know things, our metaphors, before we do.<br /><br />(Thank you for getting it over at my place today. I think many didn't quite want to of me.)Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-57249399362432025252009-05-25T15:49:57.064-07:002009-05-25T15:49:57.064-07:00Thank you, Ida, I enjoy your photos, visit often b...Thank you, Ida, I enjoy your photos, visit often but don't say anything lots of times. I'm a little shy with you. Don't know why.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-56926711441381687532009-05-25T15:02:57.118-07:002009-05-25T15:02:57.118-07:00This really moved me. Beautiful Christopher, stunn...This really moved me. Beautiful Christopher, stunning.Idahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01093696306614450697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-56894937888689480232009-05-25T14:38:50.073-07:002009-05-25T14:38:50.073-07:00Karen, thanks. I am fond of Stripped Naked too. ...Karen, thanks. I am fond of Stripped Naked too. And I know that divorce is much more common now. That makes a difference by itself, because it is the common condition, and causes the other kid to feel a little odd because he only has one dad or whatever. But that wasn't the deal exactly for me. At least I don't recall it ever coming up. I was fine with my new dad and nothing happened at school about it. We moved too much and it happened too early anyway.<br /><br />Missy, thank you for saying so. It's "just" poetry, you know? I mean, I am not really trying to write a catharsis. I have this stuff already worked out. It is true stuff but not only that. As people know who read me, I do fantasy too.<br /><br />Rachel, be careful with that witness stuff, as if there is really a time when you are not under witness. Privacy is a cherished illusion. I was aware of the title of this post. :) I am old enough that that kind of stuff just doesn't matter much anymore. I am not too worried.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-58296339585970444392009-05-25T12:27:17.895-07:002009-05-25T12:27:17.895-07:00The title of this post reads most interestingly.
...The title of this post reads most interestingly. <br /><br />Stripped naked does sound quite prophetic. Then again, we all end up there, one day. Though not all of us have a witness.RachelWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18225401230724459199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-21192425880873513532009-05-25T11:30:55.241-07:002009-05-25T11:30:55.241-07:00"The Man I Loved" - other than the proposal - prob..."The Man I Loved" - other than the proposal - probably isn't that uncommon an occurrence today as it was in your youth. In schools, we can usually count on three parents per child...<br /><br />"Stripped Naked" - I love everything about it. Was going to quote lines, but it's the whole.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-82266692840194181332009-05-25T08:56:59.020-07:002009-05-25T08:56:59.020-07:00Michelle, my friend, like all realities, there can...Michelle, my friend, like all realities, there can so seldom be pure emotional moments. Pure joy without some grief, even pure anger. So seldom are things that simple. I have been to the core of me as I stood alone and very small in the world and what I found there was bewilderment. I am the bewildered one, one big question mark. All else is confusion.<br /><br />Of course there is sadness in that first poem. There is much more. I transferred my affection easily. I like people, always have, find more of them disliking me than I dislike them. <br /><br />What loomed much bigger in my life was the simple problem of breathing. So much of the planet was poisonous to me when I was small.<br /><br />Lorenzo, thank you for saying this. There is much truth in it, though for me the disconnect has gone deeper than the loss of my real dad. The disconnect is with the world, because I could not be in it for so much of my childhood. That means all people, really and being alert for the poisons all around me. And it means fighting for my breath and getting so tired of it I just wanted to leave. My impulse to reconciliation lies in that, a deeper sense of isolation...this is not my world, or else I would fit better, like other people I plainly see. If I had been born even ten years earlier, I would have died before I was five.<br /><br />Jozien, there was a time in my high school years, I lived next door to the Hansens. This was a family I loved, was sure was like the family I wished for. Two sisters and a brother. They got along all tangled up just like everyone else but there was an obvious love in it all. I ached so much for that life that finally in my early college years I actually arranged to live there for a while with them.<br /><br />I felt that my family was too odd. I yearned to be "normal". I remember actually crying out for that. When I did my parents had nothing to say, nothing I can remember. What could they say? I am not sure they could even see what gave me so much pain, but if they could, how could they do anything to change it? I was in effect demanding a whole different life.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-46612315882880054272009-05-25T08:09:05.498-07:002009-05-25T08:09:05.498-07:00The first poem; what a totally beautiful experienc...The first poem; what a totally beautiful experience, i can see the 3 of you smiling from ear to ear :)<br />I come from a family, no divorces, everybody stays together at all cost...:)jozienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-73958362163032529862009-05-25T07:38:27.023-07:002009-05-25T07:38:27.023-07:00See you someday...the confusion that we cause the ...See you someday...the confusion that we cause the children in our lives with disrupted relationships.Then they grow up to be writers and poets just to be able to sort it all out. Hit home with this one friend. All the best, LLLORENZOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00172667875168767941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-71184548874654805562009-05-25T01:44:42.163-07:002009-05-25T01:44:42.163-07:00Sad. Or not, maybe it's just me.
I feel the love ...Sad. Or not, maybe it's just me.<br /><br />I feel the love there though...<br /><br />the second, wow<br /><br />xxMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816138640432897870noreply@blogger.com