tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post114979961882215388..comments2023-09-27T01:47:06.621-06:00Comments on Do Not Go Gentle — Poetry & Cancer, Life & Death: 6.08.06, [Short Story, by Machine] One Night in Seoul as The Ideal LifeMr. Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269292710998486303noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149927366553412572006-06-10T02:16:00.000-06:002006-06-10T02:16:00.000-06:00Wrong, Princess...I should've done a background ch...Wrong, Princess...I should've done a background check on you before entering your palace.<BR/><BR/>Spacely, MJ you are both right, the tale is definitely told by an idiot, but it is also full of sound and fury and, in the end, most likely signifying nothing to anyone but myself, Mr. J and hopefully, a few select Itaewon/Seoulites...Nonetheless, the story is true and a precious, not-so-guarded memory of mine...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149906529178518432006-06-09T20:28:00.000-06:002006-06-09T20:28:00.000-06:00kkkkI put dem k's there to space me down, but yes ...k<BR/>k<BR/>k<BR/>k<BR/><BR/>I put dem k's there to space me down, but yes stride and glide, and yes the way we consume today's today's post is what is what it what it is!<BR/><BR/>box is. boxes. box's. bock's is. and all that. it might mean. but does n't it contain.<BR/><BR/>how that stride glide up the down the street, you know, and all the what they used to call diference, what bigger diff could there be, all my dears, than this?<BR/><BR/>some time, O yes,<BR/>some time they we'll see<BR/>night come quiet and loneliness over the night.<BR/><BR/>through our trees<BR/>night's winds rustle dry leaves <BR/><BR/>O soft of a new moon!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149892642144721232006-06-09T16:37:00.000-06:002006-06-09T16:37:00.000-06:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Slarryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06718932691540222601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149890187895240712006-06-09T15:56:00.000-06:002006-06-09T15:56:00.000-06:00hmmm, reading this story makes me wonder how the h...hmmm, reading this story makes me wonder how the hell i ever let you (mr. machine) into my condo! maybe i should have done a background check first . . . =)[disenchanted princess]https://www.blogger.com/profile/02556195740864822010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149870026016444552006-06-09T10:20:00.000-06:002006-06-09T10:20:00.000-06:00I'd rather be on drugs than on Cheebus! ;-) (Dea...I'd rather be on drugs than on Cheebus! ;-) (Dear Machine, you'll have to ignore an occasional tomato from the crowd--at least it is a supportive tomato, no?) FYI, Spacely, not the best comparison to be sure, but more flattering to Machine, but maybe you should take a peek at a <I>Ulysses</I> by Joyce or a <I>Sound and the Fury</I> by Faulkner — it's not about drugs in any way, it's about narrative technique. Just the way the LDS temple ceremony uses literary technique, in their case, allegory; it's not because they're on drugs. Mr. Machine would do the temple ceremony thing, too, if only he could, but they always stop him at the door. -Mr. J.Mr. Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11269292710998486303noreply@blogger.com