tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525282315613058400.post7759613071570150319..comments2023-03-23T09:30:24.343-04:00Comments on This Life on a Sandbar: FLIGHTAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149000275199462229noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525282315613058400.post-76210206352675058972010-05-19T16:37:45.008-04:002010-05-19T16:37:45.008-04:00Dear Jonathan, thank you for such a lovely respons...Dear Jonathan, thank you for such a lovely response. Even the language in which you frame your response is poetry. I will never forget, "the sinews of your language, the tenuous chords of nuance." You have blessed my day with that. AnneAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05149000275199462229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525282315613058400.post-60633450592949144352010-05-19T13:10:57.640-04:002010-05-19T13:10:57.640-04:00I remember flying into Anchorage early one morning...I remember flying into Anchorage early one morning a few years ago, having departed DFW, new familial earmarks like pangs from some distant bell resounding inside and outside of me. I was mesmerized, fully enchanted... by the snow-covered landscape, brittle fog like a neon curtain over the blue-lit panorama of the inlet shorelines. What a sight that was. The beauty was like nothing I had seen. I will not forget it and when I read this, I was there again, that dreamy morning... lost in the sky, child and man, staring at the snow-covered islands and the oblong mirrors of ocean. How beautiful are the sinews of your language, the tenuous chords of nuance.<br /><br />JonathanAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00625414220398924207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525282315613058400.post-36973112969874179192010-05-12T22:52:53.527-04:002010-05-12T22:52:53.527-04:00Vivian, you always notice the smallest details of ...Vivian, you always notice the smallest details of the piece and see the actual weight of them. I just love having a reader like that, with that gift. It makes the late-night writing and deadline of the postings worth it all. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. <br /><br />KEN-san, diligent angel circling there in the blue skies of my childhood while we were all crouching under our desks and in drainage ditches, hiding from Castro's bombs, I hope when the time comes, you will be the angel who flies me into that final sunset, stretching it out a little longer one last time. Bless you.<br /><br />AnneAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05149000275199462229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525282315613058400.post-85177740160065572942010-05-12T22:03:46.035-04:002010-05-12T22:03:46.035-04:00I didn't have a seat 19A, but I flew a plane t...I didn't have a seat 19A, but I flew a plane that could have had many seats. At the controls, leaving the "surface" and heading upward toward the setting sun, if you climbed just so -- you could have your sunset for 40 minutes. Try that on the tarmac! And then land so smoothly that the "passengers" didn't know they had arrived back ON earth. KEN-sanAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04318378463135957587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525282315613058400.post-10691238622893690132010-05-12T09:45:18.592-04:002010-05-12T09:45:18.592-04:00I love the way you can take an ordinary moment and...I love the way you can take an ordinary moment and make it elegant. But that's what great poets do. <br /><br />Your insight into your relationship and your husband is wonderfully expressed: "He wants things around him to stand a little apart from him, quiet and predictable and unvarnished. Like me." <br /><br />And to describe the feeling of take-off in a way that describes the miracle that flight really is: "that head-long rush into the un-firm firmament above,..."<br /><br />I also love the way in which you used the whale and Jonah and the ancient cities in your prose, weaving old worldviews with new technology. Beautifully done: "Tarshish or Ninevah or Dallas-Ft.Worth." <br /><br />Thank-you for sharing this piece.Vivian Faith Prescotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06037496619980707677noreply@blogger.com