tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post5987722423074830907..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: In a Coffee Shop AgainAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-42657279601397107032017-12-08T06:55:41.544-05:002017-12-08T06:55:41.544-05:00 If you hold your sense and attention just right, ... If you hold your sense and attention just right, the people begin to melt. They become ribbons of karma in a stream. <br /><br />----<br /><br />How do we know what is madness and what is sanity? <br /><br />Each of these individuals would come up with a different answer.Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-84869365067973595482017-12-06T21:02:50.428-05:002017-12-06T21:02:50.428-05:00"Each to each" makes me think of Eliot&#..."Each to each" makes me think of Eliot's (or Prufrock's, to be more precise) mermaids singing each to each. Prufrock hearing mermaids might have indicated madness, but his "I do not think that they will sing for me" is clear. cold, bleak reason.<br /> Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-84016143556442883142017-12-06T11:35:04.223-05:002017-12-06T11:35:04.223-05:00Each of those people have a story, Garce. They pro...Each of those people have a story, Garce. They provide grist for the mill of our attempts at defining what we don't know about their respective existences. Short of making acquaintances with them, their lives will remain enigmas. Would you really want to know what drives the homeless guy? Or would you rather speculate in fiction?Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.com