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This powerful tribute comes from the heart, Julie, and it's beautiful. May the Crow one day take flight and leave you a single black feather to use as a bookmark.
Ulysse wrote: "This powerful tribute comes from the heart, Julie, and it's beautiful. May the Crow one day take flight and leave you a single black feather to use as a bookmark."
Thanks, Ulysse, for your kind words. I haven't many of my own these days, so it's good to know that the poets can speak for us -- for, to me, this was a wonderful elegiac poem, nothing less.
Your excellent review girded my soul, Julie.
Wonderful to see you in top form!
Kevin wrote: "Your excellent review girded my soul, Julie.
Wonderful to see you in top form!"
I'm glad it resonated, Kevin, as Porter certainly did with me; and thanks for your kind words.
Julie, I can only say that your words left me awestruck & speechless & sighing in recognition. At the moment I read it, the book didn't fully resonate with me, but your powerful & well-chosen words did. Today, next week, eight years or twelve years later, every day will be different - I am not sure it will feel like healing, but in some strange way I believe it will feel as being alive again.
Ilse wrote: "Julie, I can only say that your words left me awestruck & speechless & sighing in recognition. At the moment I read it, the book didn't fully resonate with me, but your powerful & well-chosen words..."
Thank you, Ilse, for dropping by, and your sweet words. I very rarely drop in to goodreads these days; seeing your comment brought great cheer to this miserably dull Canadian winter afternoon.
I understand how this little book didn't touch very many hearts when it came out, and that it hasn't created many more waves since, but somehow it caught me on the perfect wavelength and rescued me from some very dark days. I've read it another half dozen times more and can say that each time I am struck by a different nuance, which only makes it better.
Different books rescue different people: thank goodness they are there to whisper to us in our time of need, when nothing else, and no one else will do.
I echo your words about Porter: it was he who left me "awestruck and speechless, and sighing in recognition", when I was really floundering.
And now your own words have done the same for me, because we bob along in this grief, like a drowning soul: sometimes we sink, sometimes we rise up by the grace of the hands of someone who leaves a kind word in the comments section.
Thank you.
All the wrong places... all the right places. That about sums up the mysteries of grief, all right. So glad this spoke to you, Julie. I read it some years ago. I'll have to go back to my review to understand its meaning to me, but heck, that's why I do GR. To remember what I always forget.
Ken wrote: "All the wrong places... all the right places. That about sums up the mysteries of grief, all right. So glad this spoke to you, Julie. I read it some years ago. I'll have to go back to my review to ..."
This one was the only one that spoke to me, after months of looking Ken, and woke me up, just a little.
Many had recommended much (as friends are wont to do) and especially A Grief Observed. I thought my friends were truly trying to put me out of my misery -- in the literal sense. (If ever there was a book that made you want to take a long walk off that short pier, Lewis's was the one! I could not fathom where the comfort lay in that one.)
Maybe because this one was so off the wall, so absurdly incoherently coherent (I know that sentence makes sense to you, because you're a poet! 😉) It was like hearing a new language that one has never heard, and somehow becoming immediately fluent in its sense, its rhythm.
Julie wrote: "Ken wrote: "All the wrong places... all the right places. That about sums up the mysteries of grief, all right. So glad this spoke to you, Julie. I read it some years ago. I'll have to go back to m..."
Absurdly incoherently coherent makes lots of sense, you're right! It's so much easier to create than logical coherency, at least for me.
And can you believe, thanks to GR's lack of notifications, I'm only seeing this 13 months after you wrote it! Maybe that should be GR's new motto: Incoherent coherency. Or better still, incoherent incoherency. That'd be more consistent. Anyway, good to see you on the boards again.
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This powerful tribute comes from the heart, Julie, and it's beautiful. May the Crow one day take flight and leave you a single black feather to use as a bookmark.
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Ulysse wrote: "This powerful tribute comes from the heart, Julie, and it's beautiful. May the Crow one day take flight and leave you a single black feather to use as a bookmark."Thanks, Ulysse, for your kind words. I haven't many of my own these days, so it's good to know that the poets can speak for us -- for, to me, this was a wonderful elegiac poem, nothing less.
Your excellent review girded my soul, Julie. Wonderful to see you in top form!
Kevin wrote: "Your excellent review girded my soul, Julie. Wonderful to see you in top form!"
I'm glad it resonated, Kevin, as Porter certainly did with me; and thanks for your kind words.
Julie, I can only say that your words left me awestruck & speechless & sighing in recognition. At the moment I read it, the book didn't fully resonate with me, but your powerful & well-chosen words did. Today, next week, eight years or twelve years later, every day will be different - I am not sure it will feel like healing, but in some strange way I believe it will feel as being alive again.
Ilse wrote: "Julie, I can only say that your words left me awestruck & speechless & sighing in recognition. At the moment I read it, the book didn't fully resonate with me, but your powerful & well-chosen words..."Thank you, Ilse, for dropping by, and your sweet words. I very rarely drop in to goodreads these days; seeing your comment brought great cheer to this miserably dull Canadian winter afternoon.
I understand how this little book didn't touch very many hearts when it came out, and that it hasn't created many more waves since, but somehow it caught me on the perfect wavelength and rescued me from some very dark days. I've read it another half dozen times more and can say that each time I am struck by a different nuance, which only makes it better.
Different books rescue different people: thank goodness they are there to whisper to us in our time of need, when nothing else, and no one else will do.
I echo your words about Porter: it was he who left me "awestruck and speechless, and sighing in recognition", when I was really floundering.
And now your own words have done the same for me, because we bob along in this grief, like a drowning soul: sometimes we sink, sometimes we rise up by the grace of the hands of someone who leaves a kind word in the comments section.
Thank you.
All the wrong places... all the right places. That about sums up the mysteries of grief, all right. So glad this spoke to you, Julie. I read it some years ago. I'll have to go back to my review to understand its meaning to me, but heck, that's why I do GR. To remember what I always forget.
Ken wrote: "All the wrong places... all the right places. That about sums up the mysteries of grief, all right. So glad this spoke to you, Julie. I read it some years ago. I'll have to go back to my review to ..."This one was the only one that spoke to me, after months of looking Ken, and woke me up, just a little.
Many had recommended much (as friends are wont to do) and especially A Grief Observed. I thought my friends were truly trying to put me out of my misery -- in the literal sense. (If ever there was a book that made you want to take a long walk off that short pier, Lewis's was the one! I could not fathom where the comfort lay in that one.)
Maybe because this one was so off the wall, so absurdly incoherently coherent (I know that sentence makes sense to you, because you're a poet! 😉) It was like hearing a new language that one has never heard, and somehow becoming immediately fluent in its sense, its rhythm.
Julie wrote: "Ken wrote: "All the wrong places... all the right places. That about sums up the mysteries of grief, all right. So glad this spoke to you, Julie. I read it some years ago. I'll have to go back to m..."Absurdly incoherently coherent makes lots of sense, you're right! It's so much easier to create than logical coherency, at least for me.
And can you believe, thanks to GR's lack of notifications, I'm only seeing this 13 months after you wrote it! Maybe that should be GR's new motto: Incoherent coherency. Or better still, incoherent incoherency. That'd be more consistent. Anyway, good to see you on the boards again.
