tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731484303130402511.post6505406589362439732..comments2010-10-24T23:21:25.655-07:00Comments on underwater writing: The CloistersGabrielle Pelicci, Ph.D. http://www.blogger.com/profile/15681444310847763820noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731484303130402511.post-23400467947699932892009-04-27T15:02:00.000-07:002009-04-27T15:02:00.000-07:00Well, I don't get it.
Is it the feeling of the d...Well, I don't get it. <br /><br />Is it the feeling of the dance or moving towards or the dance, or is it the person ya dance with--the being inside the dance that's the thing to be craved? <br /><br />In the beginning it's the feeling; by the end it's the dance and the dancer. <br /><br />Since you're past beginnings, middles, and ends -- which is it now, which likely to stay . . . ?<br /><br />Ever live beneath The Cloisters? Now that's protection -- the stone and the art and the wood all on mountain of rock up above, good luck to the A Train down below, a soft deep reading voice snuggled up in the dark and the island of Manhattan running for miles beneath you. <br /><br />Nothin' much better 'n' that . . .Amigo.de.Miltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16007372568653992985noreply@blogger.com