tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post3797791061327394629..comments2023-11-17T03:52:12.782-05:00Comments on murmurs: The White SheetSarah Hinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-1125967379769802762010-08-13T10:54:31.260-04:002010-08-13T10:54:31.260-04:00Hayley, I like that aspect of writing, too. Trust...Hayley, I like that aspect of writing, too. Trusting the reader. Thanks!<br /><br /><br />Mark, I always love your comments. <br /><br /><br />Karen, your interpretation pleases me immensely. I love your vision here. Thank you.<br /><br /><br />Mona, thank you for those delicious crumbs of Eliot's. :)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-15437872674396631732010-08-13T05:26:22.378-04:002010-08-13T05:26:22.378-04:00"between the conception and the creation...fa..."between the conception and the creation...falls a shadow/ Life is very long..."Monahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08615034229525061880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-42060419526487504042010-08-11T21:50:09.645-04:002010-08-11T21:50:09.645-04:00I can see the sheet as the barrier separating the ...I can see the sheet as the barrier separating the artist from his or her art. The Venus of Matisse's picture exists inside the frame but is always divided from her creator. Just as Pygmalion caressed and loved Galatea, this artist loves a creation that can not really return that love. She cannot see him, but as his creature, she understands his touch, and feels his breath upon her. Such a loving and longing of creation.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-67467959863182115772010-08-11T17:24:46.581-04:002010-08-11T17:24:46.581-04:00Reading your last set of comments I am making the ...Reading your last set of comments I am making the sheet real and the game foreplay for the metaphor,when the sheet becomes nothing separating them.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-36037682057560762692010-08-11T11:59:35.053-04:002010-08-11T11:59:35.053-04:00Nice, Sarah --- Interesting how much we can see wi...Nice, Sarah --- Interesting how much we can see with the barest description.Grimmgirlhttp://whatthegrimmgirllooksforwardto.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-40720700855974526702010-08-11T09:58:42.590-04:002010-08-11T09:58:42.590-04:00Susan Deborah, indeed it is. :) Thanks for readin...Susan Deborah, indeed it is. :) Thanks for reading! <br /><br /><br />Charles, as writers, we're probably all most captivated by those unwritten stories. <br /><br /><br />Steve, it really could represent anything. But distance works for me. I've been thinking more about my current novel. This was an exercise to get me back into it. <br /><br /><br />Cat, white sheets hanging on a summer line, right? <br /><br />Of course you picked up on my favorite lines, too. And my intent. Like there was ever any question. ;)<br /><br /><br />Richard, it's an interesting question, and one I'm endlessly fascinated with. But I tend to believe that things are as real as we make them. Or as they make us.<br /><br />Now fulfillment? That's a different matter altogether. :)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-80736350938611350572010-08-11T08:03:58.682-04:002010-08-11T08:03:58.682-04:00Lovely, Sarah.
Our minds are so provocative and ...Lovely, Sarah. <br /><br />Our minds are so provocative and powerful. But I hold the belief that if the sheet doesn't come down, it simply isn't real.Richard Levangiehttp://richardlevangie.com/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-44125836480295892932010-08-11T05:51:36.968-04:002010-08-11T05:51:36.968-04:00lovely. somehow it reminded me of summer. I like...lovely. somehow it reminded me of summer. I liked, 'the sheet is a metaphor' than 'the sheet is real'. the never quite merging of souls in reality, the almost but not quite of it, the tiniest separation that makes the possibility that much more tantalizing. :-)Catherine Viberthttp://www.catvibe.net/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-42262420611001317062010-08-11T03:20:20.633-04:002010-08-11T03:20:20.633-04:00Love it. The sheet, despite its immediacy and thi...Love it. The sheet, despite its immediacy and thinness, could represent any barrier, even distance.Stephen Parrishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16883165490847664389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-278364694141625682010-08-11T01:28:47.524-04:002010-08-11T01:28:47.524-04:00the red of an untold story. Very nice. Loved tha...the red of an untold story. Very nice. Loved that line in particular.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-34938872838832705622010-08-11T00:59:57.672-04:002010-08-11T00:59:57.672-04:00Ah! This was so tender but still a few degrees les...Ah! This was so tender but still a few degrees less. <br /><br />Life is sometimes like that.<br /><br />Joy always,<br />SusanS. Susan Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08885957854901839400noreply@blogger.com