tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988612575864130544.post4401865101904903696..comments2023-05-31T04:55:41.541-07:00Comments on Rhythm of the Light: In Rodin's HandsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988612575864130544.post-71503218576519732092011-03-11T05:29:50.448-08:002011-03-11T05:29:50.448-08:00i'm afraid i'm realizing it's quite eg...i'm afraid i'm realizing it's quite ego-based, what i miss. i'll be very dry and honest, i miss hands laying to me and granting me definition. somehow what touches me from without tells me of my perimeters of self, identifies me in a way. and the witnessing by sharing, yes, it does go both ways, but i am beginning to wonder of love its selfish elements. i wonder if this is just me?<br /><br />your poem oscillates from condensed tiger spot to kitten fur. love never stays still. it works us. wonderful.<br /><br />rodin explored the full range of expression through hands, didn't he? wonderful.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988612575864130544.post-63864628028866848222011-03-11T04:08:41.514-08:002011-03-11T04:08:41.514-08:00Rodin was a great sculptor to be sure. I don't...Rodin was a great sculptor to be sure. I don't miss anything about someone who is still alive and has decided or I have decided to move away from them. sounds hard but it is easier than pining and longing.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988612575864130544.post-80541885170107770472011-03-10T09:19:10.890-08:002011-03-10T09:19:10.890-08:00the inter lacing....i like all the nuances you bri...the inter lacing....i like all the nuances you bring out of what those hands mean...i miss looks, touches, just being withBrian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com