tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post7722363239052011848..comments2024-03-08T07:03:12.909-05:00Comments on Life at Willow Manor: Belief Tess Kincaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-49887390828149538242013-11-26T15:02:04.795-05:002013-11-26T15:02:04.795-05:00Lovely images...Lovely images...~T~https://www.blogger.com/profile/17969562036638831748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-53186751932412098672013-11-22T05:40:47.890-05:002013-11-22T05:40:47.890-05:00I absolutely love the line "laced pinkies, pr...I absolutely love the line "laced pinkies, promises that know no distance" I still do pinkie promises with my bestie and both my daughters. :) Wonderful poem. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-84144360038686745622013-11-21T03:24:43.506-05:002013-11-21T03:24:43.506-05:00Lovely Tess. That's almost a poem for Sepia Sa...Lovely Tess. That's almost a poem for Sepia Saturday. Now there is a challenge for you and your Magpie group.Alan Burnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-43458081503952460772013-11-20T20:24:18.359-05:002013-11-20T20:24:18.359-05:00Thank you!Thank you!Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13735279658733440946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-25370517056783951982013-11-20T14:29:41.308-05:002013-11-20T14:29:41.308-05:00Ah, I love these lines - "dazed like a bird...Ah, I love these lines - "dazed like a bird that soars<br />headlong into a closed window.<br /><br />Ink-traced hands are prayers<br />that end with laced pinkie fingers,<br />promises that know no distance."<br /><br />They capture the excitement of receiving a wonderful (love) letter and the quality of the person receiving it. <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-54525549648470197582013-11-20T12:25:14.134-05:002013-11-20T12:25:14.134-05:00Dear Miss Tess. I hope but doubt that some distant...Dear Miss Tess. I hope but doubt that some distant time, a course will be taught about the art which still evades definition. It has been years now since I named it, social media art. I imagined a new genre, unlike any other. With the same soul, depth, complexity, pain, love and mystery of all her sister forms--dance, song, painting, poetry, literature, a wonderful stage performance, a simple sitcom stunt done with perfect timing--but imbued with something else. For simplicity, let's just say Facebook has changed everything.<br /><br />But I swallow Willow Manor with such fondness it is difficult not to weep over the supreme magnificence of the whole. At first we want to congratulate the person standing on the "x"--whether Michael Jackson, Baryshikov, Hemingway, Anthony Hopkins. Then we realize "we" are the beneficiaries. In the final analysis, art is for an audience. We are elevated, made whole, stand in awe of this odd distant relative of nature.<br /><br />I've read all the comments and even followed links to obscure doorways such as Ned the Ostogoth, philosophers of deviant art, et al. And the strangest thing happened on the way to Grandma's House.<br /><br />I realized that even without untangling all the mystery, from the basic story told of ink and palms (clever twist that one), the poetry stands as one of the best I ever read. It does what some comparable performance does to me. Makes me tremble, causes me to go blank for a minute and forget myself except as some consciousness within some consciousness, wanting a mirror or explanation for what we find after passing thru timeless warps, blackholes and the wonder of existence, coupled with humaness--the how, why and wtf of it all...<br /><br />Then add the dimensionality of the new genre, first a beautiful envelope stained by expert hand and Indian ink, then comments and traces of something altogether different than our newest of new forms, probably the art which will define the 21st century. Others choose to hear and watch Mr. Stainforth and lose themselves in his expert ability. Altogether this theater extends beyond any critics ability to judge, but lies there, unimpeded to withstand any viewers unsolicited gossip.<br /><br />I think the message is ever expanding and the bottle has been broken and I extend my warmest congratulations.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06303628276509631080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-35817173510009785462013-11-20T11:35:52.069-05:002013-11-20T11:35:52.069-05:00Your kind comments mean so much to me, dear reader...Your kind comments mean so much to me, dear readers...thank you...Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-23714939633254261972013-11-20T11:35:07.776-05:002013-11-20T11:35:07.776-05:00Quick daily blurbs of literature, art, music, food...Quick daily blurbs of literature, art, music, food, and pics from Willow Manor on my Facebook page Moey...Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-21287233540336739132013-11-20T11:32:48.770-05:002013-11-20T11:32:48.770-05:00Thank you Glenn...it's always nice to see you ...Thank you Glenn...it's always nice to see you at Magpie...Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-82197879333373471522013-11-20T11:31:59.930-05:002013-11-20T11:31:59.930-05:00Thank you Pirate...poetry is meant to be heard...M...Thank you Pirate...poetry is meant to be heard...Mr. Stainforth delivers beautifully...<br />Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-28971451676697899312013-11-20T11:30:37.559-05:002013-11-20T11:30:37.559-05:00of pictures in a childhood bible
in olden days; wh...of pictures in a childhood bible<br />in olden days; when wishing still helped.<br /><br />I so identify with those lines because that was me once. Beautiful write Tess!Bekkie Sanchezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16300001421561443693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-1357424603126671492013-11-20T05:44:31.856-05:002013-11-20T05:44:31.856-05:00Lydia just expressed what I was going to say . . ....Lydia just expressed what I was going to say . . .jabbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12176958811589489979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-2625362108329696822013-11-20T04:55:12.498-05:002013-11-20T04:55:12.498-05:00"...promises that know no distance" is a..."...promises that know no distance" is a line I took right into my heart. This is one of my favorites lately and the reading more than did it justice. Beautiful, both.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-65922350055980112832013-11-20T02:14:10.157-05:002013-11-20T02:14:10.157-05:00Your poem is lovely read aloud.Your poem is lovely read aloud.Doctor FTSEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10052101566471519778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-64244243670743247702013-11-19T21:49:26.944-05:002013-11-19T21:49:26.944-05:00Tess,
Wish you had two blogs, one for us non-poet...Tess,<br /><br />Wish you had two blogs, one for us non-poetry folk.<br />I used to enjoy the old Willow Manor blog, but congrats on being published and carry on doing what you love.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13735279658733440946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-75337900579601055762013-11-19T19:58:46.531-05:002013-11-19T19:58:46.531-05:00Tess...you are...damn, you're....sooooooo gooo...<br>Tess...you are...damn, you're....sooooooo goooooood.<br />But...what else can one expect from a renaissance girl?<br>philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00982447727380510674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-39964580152672380282013-11-19T15:47:28.245-05:002013-11-19T15:47:28.245-05:00Lovely. Youth holds bread and belief in the same b...Lovely. Youth holds bread and belief in the same box. Today they reside in memory and words...bkmsigned...bkmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-83288155003818955782013-11-18T23:11:45.892-05:002013-11-18T23:11:45.892-05:00Oh my! So beautiful!Oh my! So beautiful!Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05667997972741557676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-77209894491906845492013-11-18T17:10:35.608-05:002013-11-18T17:10:35.608-05:00I think this is one of his very best reads of all....I think this is one of his very best reads of all. It was a delight to the ear.<br /><br />=)Susan Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16049586085703324088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-59829373336735891842013-11-18T16:40:24.788-05:002013-11-18T16:40:24.788-05:00It is easy to drift with the current of this poem....It is easy to drift with the current of this poem..... I think we've all smashed into a window or so..Lynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11985979258848310351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-30740007535079126502013-11-18T12:03:31.525-05:002013-11-18T12:03:31.525-05:00... 'promises that know no distance' ~~ wh...... 'promises that know no distance' ~~ what letters represent, I love receiving hand written notes, letters.<br />Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-3051136260910101102013-11-18T11:08:24.488-05:002013-11-18T11:08:24.488-05:00A delicious read.A delicious read.21 Witshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00071361755673253230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-82505846176370330912013-11-18T08:56:12.366-05:002013-11-18T08:56:12.366-05:00Thank you for this message in a bottle.......Thank you for this message in a bottle.......Silent Otto https://www.blogger.com/profile/00475494332523156366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-65007390280698970812013-11-18T05:13:09.446-05:002013-11-18T05:13:09.446-05:00"Ink-traced hands are prayers" luv that ..."Ink-traced hands are prayers" luv that line, i didnt link to the Mag this week, yet reading a few posts; <br />http://myblog-lunchbreak.blogspot.com/2013/11/1326.html/<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-70417262442866230442013-11-17T23:07:46.378-05:002013-11-17T23:07:46.378-05:00I was for many years the dazed bird who had soared...I was for many years the dazed bird who had soared often into closed windows...thinking (believing) each time that the outcome might be different than heretofore.<br />TESS, you are so GoooD.<br /><br />I have in front of me a milky childhood picture from olden days...and yes, I am in awe of that--it's my two sisters and brother and ME!steveronihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04010875412308487592noreply@blogger.com