Sunday, February 3, 2008

Six More Weeks



The groundhog definitely saw his shadow in Washington DC yesterday, a happy portent if you ask me, since we don't really have winter anymore. Am I asking for an ice storm and lots of wind, just to spite me? Hope not! I just meant, damn that global warming.

The silent poetry reading was again a smashing success. Both Deborah Oak and I got around to as many blogs as possible. We read poetry all day long, offered thanks. What a wonderful responsibility. But I don't think either of us managed to find all the poetry that was published yesterday. Isn't that great??

Of course I checked out the pages of my blog kin and friends, but I also enjoyed that feeling of being a monkey swinging through the jungle, going to blogs from links in the comment section of Oak's and my blogs, or finding links on other people's blogs to follow, then grabbing another link from a blog I've never seen before. Hand over hand through the blog jungle is lots of fun.

As always the knitters came out in force. The knitters are a very special subculture of the blog realm. Pagans, too, made a mighty showing yesterday. And then of course there were plenty of offerings from regular folks like me who happen to like poetry.

Just like last year and the year before, I am dazzled by the intelligence, artfulness and generosity of bloggers. I am so grateful for this once a year luxury of poetry. THANK YOU ALL!! Now - onwards and upwards to spring!

11 comments:

dennis said...

Dennis posted a poem. Dennis likes poems.

Absolute Vanilla (& Atyllah) said...

Oh damn and blast - I forgot the poetry reading! I was going to quote some T S Eliot - ah well...

I love, love, love that first photo - it's absolutely stunning!

deborah oak said...

"Regular people"? Get outa here! No way! What the heck! There's not a whit of regular about you - and that's a good thing in my book.

I'm still following links and am heart-openingly in awe of the magic of poetry. Again, thank you for your inspiration in creating this event. It is incredible.

IntangibleArts said...

The poet can be the most dangerous one in the King's Court. The Druids to keep one eye on The Fool at all times.

Good to see there's still a few knowing smirks out there in the 21st century.

It was much fun. Thanks for bringing it to my attention...

and i'm loving the bony-finger trees...

Steve said...

It WAS really fun, wasn't it?? And I only got to a handful of blogpoems! You're motivating me to explore further...:)

d. chedwick bryant said...

Blog poetry weekends might be an idea-- This was fantastic--I am still looking at poems at various blogs.

Reya Mellicker said...

I'm still looking, too. In fact I'm about to go to Dennis's page, to see what poem he chose.

Poetry is so rich - I can't read too much at a time, like trying to eat gallons of chocolate mouse. It wouldn't be pretty.

One thing I did last year was to google "Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading" - found a bunch of blogs I'd never heard of.

Really cool!

Susan said...

That sky is fantastic!!

Jane said...

I've never been part of a subculture before! Thank you! (No, I am not being sarcastic!).

I haven't had time to get very far, but I plan to keep reading everyone's poetry for as long as I can find it. Thank you, thank you Reya and Deborah!

Gary said...

Reya, I like that image of swinging from blog to blog. It is a great visual to match that constant clicking and linking. Thanks for turning me onto poetry day. I think I actually like poetry more than I perviously thought.

Reya Mellicker said...

Poetry is so rich! Like marscapone for me. I can only take so much of it. But when I can take it in, it feeds my soul. Can't imagine what I would do without it.

It takes patience to appreciate, though. I found poetry later in life. I am so grateful.