tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post7960143432505810916..comments2024-03-23T20:37:37.891-07:00Comments on First Known When Lost: "December Song"Stephen Pentzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-65054656181524160102011-12-14T16:02:35.687-08:002011-12-14T16:02:35.687-08:00Mr Matarazzo: thank you for visiting again and for...Mr Matarazzo: thank you for visiting again and for your very kind words about my introduction. One of those afternoon walk effusions. Nicholson beats me hands-down, of course! But I am greatly flattered that you liked it.<br /><br />As always, thank you for stopping by.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-69343447395232727862011-12-14T15:53:42.540-08:002011-12-14T15:53:42.540-08:00Mr Sigler: I'm pleased that you like Nicholson...Mr Sigler: I'm pleased that you like Nicholson's poem. Thank you very much for your kind words about my introduction, but I'm afraid that (as the pop culture saying goes): "I'm not worthy." (Where did that start? Was it "Wayne's World"? Ah, the things we can't get out of our heads these days!)<br /><br />It's always good to hear from you.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-6130660863607219112011-12-14T08:14:06.024-08:002011-12-14T08:14:06.024-08:00I might like the prose-poetry of your introduction...I might like the prose-poetry of your introduction even better than Nicholson's poem. Lovely.Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-14848803241073948602011-12-14T07:08:42.488-08:002011-12-14T07:08:42.488-08:00I'd say I like your introduction better than t...I'd say I like your introduction better than the poem, but that's one incredible poem, not only capturing the special light and feel of December, not only channelling a robin like no other poem I've ever seen, not only representing Northern England's great sonic mines like a beast, but nicely capturing, in voice and witness, the impossibility of poetry.WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.com