tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post111085760064185427..comments2023-10-16T05:01:19.200-06:00Comments on Sandman's Journal: Chris Sandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12356548465935585497noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1113789619277156112005-04-17T20:00:00.000-06:002005-04-17T20:00:00.000-06:00wow, "In Defense of Walt Whitman" is now my new fa...wow, "In Defense of Walt Whitman" is now my new favorite. thanks!Chris Sandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12356548465935585497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1112165477481308022005-03-29T23:51:00.000-07:002005-03-29T23:51:00.000-07:00Maybe you will enjoy this one toohttp://www.bpj.or...Maybe you will enjoy this one too<BR/><BR/>http://www.bpj.org/walt.htmlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1111527265328190272005-03-22T14:34:00.000-07:002005-03-22T14:34:00.000-07:00To bring this conversation full circle, I submit a...To bring this conversation full circle, I submit another Mary Oliver poem: <BR/><BR/>The Black Oaks<BR/><BR/>Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary,<BR/><BR/>or even a letter to an old friend, full of remembrance<BR/>and comfort. <BR/><BR/>Not one can manage a single sound though the blue jays<BR/>carp and whistle all day in the branches, without<BR/>the push of the wind. <BR/><BR/>Chris Sandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12356548465935585497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1111219251333633692005-03-19T01:00:00.000-07:002005-03-19T01:00:00.000-07:00I won't need scuba gear, personally. I've got mas...I won't need scuba gear, personally. I've got massive lung capacity and webbed feet.Chris Sandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12356548465935585497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1111183657154889612005-03-18T15:07:00.000-07:002005-03-18T15:07:00.000-07:00Won't it be hard for you to wear your scuba mask w...Won't it be hard for you to wear your scuba mask with all those long white whiskers?<BR/>I don't care. I'll be there anyway.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1111180292749895322005-03-18T14:11:00.000-07:002005-03-18T14:11:00.000-07:00Sydney, Australia. At the Ballina Manor Bed & Bre...Sydney, Australia. At the Ballina Manor Bed & Breakfast. 2 pm. My treat... (Bring your scuba gear.)Chris Sandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12356548465935585497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1111004079481174822005-03-16T13:14:00.000-07:002005-03-16T13:14:00.000-07:00It's a date. March 16, 2055. Where shall we meet?It's a date. March 16, 2055. Where shall we meet?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1110967170786015852005-03-16T02:59:00.000-07:002005-03-16T02:59:00.000-07:00Let's have tea in fifty years. My eye brows will ...Let's have tea in fifty years. My eye brows will be famously long.Chris Sandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12356548465935585497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1110945945979212752005-03-15T21:05:00.000-07:002005-03-15T21:05:00.000-07:00I am a secret (but I've been here before).& here i...I am a secret (but I've been here before).<BR/>& here is a secret about me--<BR/>I am in love with bearded old men-- give me Walt Whitman and Gandalf any day, with long eyebrow hairs and big earlobes. Gnarled, calloused hands. Laugh wrinkles and easy big laughter.<BR/>I will make a fine old woman one day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1110866484511794612005-03-14T23:01:00.000-07:002005-03-14T23:01:00.000-07:00Wow! Thanks for those gems... I think the last o...Wow! Thanks for those gems... I think the last one (Munro) is my most favorite ever. Ever! Slimy and lyrical and astonishing. Who are you?Chris Sandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12356548465935585497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809726.post-1110863026064739072005-03-14T22:03:00.000-07:002005-03-14T22:03:00.000-07:00ahhh poetry... some poetry free association by som...ahhh poetry... some poetry free association by some favorites...<br /><br />O trees of life, when will your winter come?<br />We're never single-minded, unperplexed, like migratory birds. Outstript and late, <br />we suddenly thrust into the wind, and fall into unfeeling ponds. We comprehend<br />flowering and fading simulaneously.<br />And somewhere lions still roam, all unaware,<br />in being Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com