tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070994655591158907.post8877156275883871275..comments2023-09-30T11:51:27.224+01:00Comments on We liked it but not quite enough: Who knows where the time goes in the fens?Writearoundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820159609095158259noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070994655591158907.post-30532424952935671322008-12-07T13:05:00.000+00:002008-12-07T13:05:00.000+00:00I found you on Handful of Stones. xI found you on Handful of Stones. <BR/>xRachel Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070994655591158907.post-6409459598546270772008-12-07T11:43:00.000+00:002008-12-07T11:43:00.000+00:00Michelle, Rachel and Spot many thanks for taking t...Michelle, Rachel and Spot many thanks for taking the time to post a comment.You know I forget most of the time that there are people out there reading the blog. When people comment it feels like the time someone came up to me after a reading and told me how much they liked a poem of mine that had been published years ago in a very obscure journal. It suddenly made me understand that writing, no matter how much I may feel that it is a solitary habit and maybe an exercise in egotism is actually a dialogue. I write because that is what I need to do but being heard is the sound of the other hand clapping in the forest. I had a chat yesterday with a Big issue salesman, who regularly makes his way out to my small fen town as he sells more out here than he would do in the city. He has a really lively sales banter but one thing he said that hit home was, 'I can talk myself to death in the city but no one really hears me but here , even if they walk by me and don't buy a copy they nod or smile and I get the feeling they've heard me, which makes me feel I'm here, that I'm not just another noise or a car back firing.' So thank you for hearing me.Writearoundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04820159609095158259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070994655591158907.post-9742286168612247692008-12-07T09:31:00.000+00:002008-12-07T09:31:00.000+00:00Loved reading this piece. Sandy Denny - I remember...Loved reading this piece. Sandy Denny - I remember hearing Blackwaterside when I was a kid and feeling like a had swallowed it. Also love your piece from your Liverpool trip.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11878102599430407759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070994655591158907.post-82776217134394071162008-12-06T21:49:00.000+00:002008-12-06T21:49:00.000+00:00Doesn't sound like twaddle to me. Completely twadd...Doesn't sound like twaddle to me. Completely twaddle-free.Rachel Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070994655591158907.post-2827312076606736042008-12-02T10:13:00.000+00:002008-12-02T10:13:00.000+00:00" ... it is tree underlined in bold ..."Classic! Y..." ... it is tree underlined in bold ..."<BR/><BR/>Classic! You <I>are</I> clever. This I want to remember.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07747839768257543728noreply@blogger.com