tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122956019735819756.post546148308128568883..comments2023-10-28T08:50:40.546-07:00Comments on George Held: A Fine and Private PlaceGeorgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09301014382694254958noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122956019735819756.post-21864765189517802572010-12-19T09:29:16.403-08:002010-12-19T09:29:16.403-08:00Nasty business, this thing called "dying.&quo...Nasty business, this thing called "dying." But it is an honest word--much better than "expiring" or "passing on." Yes, I've seen about a dozen frieds die over the past 10 years, yet I'm still here. Life is something we try to put in order in the presence of a fickle universe. The evening martini does help. And, yes, I am grumpy.Bill Brittonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15652063551146104649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122956019735819756.post-75944365930914183212010-12-13T03:22:58.627-08:002010-12-13T03:22:58.627-08:00we all need to rage, RAGE! against the dying of th...we all need to rage, RAGE! against the dying of the lightUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09142583526967110876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122956019735819756.post-75699378069539176392010-12-12T13:28:16.028-08:002010-12-12T13:28:16.028-08:00beautifully crafted, george. it's also very sa...beautifully crafted, george. it's also very sad, especially when the reader wonders if there is life after death. <br /><br /><br /><br />pattieBrown-stone Poetshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222289879634524320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122956019735819756.post-8632878561011994282010-12-12T11:22:27.876-08:002010-12-12T11:22:27.876-08:00o ye fine poet
with a fine poem:
remain agelesso ye fine poet<br />with a fine poem:<br />remain agelessMonicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06367571149432681627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122956019735819756.post-44829627122061176842010-12-12T09:03:15.135-08:002010-12-12T09:03:15.135-08:00Very timely for me. A friend...no he was more tha...Very timely for me. A friend...no he was more than a friend...I grew up with him until five on Walnut Street. We dug holes in his backyard with spoons. He died Wednesday. I didn't get the news until Friday. I didn't cry until Saturday when I had the time to think about it. So, why are old men grumpy? Dumbed, mummed, or numbed? Numbed, I think.Richard Theodore Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10158791520398641622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122956019735819756.post-55851250452037696902010-12-12T06:55:11.301-08:002010-12-12T06:55:11.301-08:00Thank you for this. Poignant and true.Your work is...Thank you for this. Poignant and true.Your work is provocative as always.<br />MiaUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00356453146939172401noreply@blogger.com