tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33019812.post7348829226811145124..comments2024-01-15T05:26:06.518+00:00Comments on THOUGHTS OF XANADU: how will you ever knowKubla Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11973223751363547679noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33019812.post-79381527322854291862009-03-04T16:52:00.000+00:002009-03-04T16:52:00.000+00:00what do you mean, the lack of an inner one? I thin...what do you mean, the lack of an inner one? I think it translates best the inner rhythm of your mood. and it is so much 'you', this musical way of feeling. I don't think any art can be of value if it doesn't originate in a 'personal and awkward state of mind' - I would say 'of being'.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33019812.post-52718652271893677642009-03-02T19:45:00.000+00:002009-03-02T19:45:00.000+00:00thanks Maduhri, Roxana and Folded. thanks for visi...thanks Maduhri, Roxana and Folded. thanks for visiting.<BR/><BR/>these so-called poems of mine are nothing but reflections of certain mental states, at times too personal and awkward. i try to be as impersonal as i can be but sometimes i am scared of sentimentalizing a situation. re the rhythm, that only reflects the lack of an inner one. believe me, the rhythm at least is not contrived.Kubla Khanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18433719357312563414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33019812.post-61828320115419893932009-03-02T04:56:00.000+00:002009-03-02T04:56:00.000+00:00This is the third time I've tried to leave a comme...This is the third time I've tried to leave a comment. Everything I write fails to communicate what I felt while reading this.Folded lettershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02179669605948316002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33019812.post-17757987901923339942009-03-01T19:57:00.000+00:002009-03-01T19:57:00.000+00:00it is a poem written by a grieving heart.it is a poem written by a grieving heart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33019812.post-64137827221379319882009-02-28T15:54:00.000+00:002009-02-28T15:54:00.000+00:00exactly, I experience the same thing as Madhuri: '...exactly, I experience the same thing as Madhuri: 'how will she know' is so present in my mind, sometimes fragments, pieces of sentences, sometimes just the rhythm of it, as a musical tune for which, if I search a little, I will also find the words. and when I read this last night, I immediately thought: ah, this continues 'how will she know'. but continuation is also a strange dance in a circle. I love it.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33019812.post-18049161008915427912009-02-28T04:30:00.000+00:002009-02-28T04:30:00.000+00:00Your poem 'how will she know' comes back to my min...Your poem 'how will she know' comes back to my mind many a time - now this will join it.Madhurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01323335479301675432noreply@blogger.com