tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post3682426658094060432..comments2024-03-28T03:19:00.918-04:00Comments on The Butler and Bagman Chronicles: The Gray MonkeyBagman and Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06760203276065466927noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-85411184264649425072009-05-04T07:57:00.000-04:002009-05-04T07:57:00.000-04:00We deliberately think not on death, or else we'd a...We deliberately think not on death, or else we'd all drive ourselves into a keening mental state...<br /><br />I think as a society we have got too far removed from death, and that makes it harder for us to deal with, than when our ancestors were buried, or turned to ashes, closer to home, near to the cairn house in fact, and we celebrated them on high days and holidays, as we do so seldom now...<br /><br />That's the Pagan Celt in me, though...<br /><br />Cairn was a beautiful and poignant poem, thank you.A Woman Of No Importancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02194976046531063422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-68558009578823189382009-05-04T07:00:00.000-04:002009-05-04T07:00:00.000-04:00Strangely, I don't think a lot about death either....Strangely, I don't think a lot about death either. I don't run from the thought; but, like Sylvia, I just seem to have to much to do.<br /><br />Evocative poems to read, for example.Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13824632356834631279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-76515929500605683932009-05-04T06:00:00.000-04:002009-05-04T06:00:00.000-04:00Excuse me BB but where the hell are you???
hrmph...Excuse me BB but where the hell are you??? <br /><br />hrmphMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816138640432897870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-25632334612101605702009-05-03T23:07:00.000-04:002009-05-03T23:07:00.000-04:00I think about death a lot. My first Zen teacher, w...I think about death a lot. My first Zen teacher, when I kept bringing up the subject, (I was all of 24 years old at the time) finally got fed up with me and said, with, perhaps, a hint of annoyance, "Death is NOT a problem. Life is the problem!"Dan Gurneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11628603380292404658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-45665475224704687332009-05-03T22:31:00.000-04:002009-05-03T22:31:00.000-04:00Well, I'm not into death and dying either, too bus...Well, I'm not into death and dying either, too busy trying to make the most of the time I have left, but love your poem. Give Bagman a hug for me next time you see him -- we seem to behave pretty much the same!Sylvia Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05484577678585907669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-49359413561289169122009-05-03T20:51:00.000-04:002009-05-03T20:51:00.000-04:00I love the poem, a conical heap of stones in an of...I love the poem, a conical heap of stones in an of itself, and it even looks like the "silhouette" of a boob, and certainly boobs are cairns of a sort too -- showing us the way home, back to the beginning, where we first found sustenance from mama. <br /><br />I know, it was a leap, but I like the connections. Maybe you should tell Bagman and he might come home.Fragrant Liarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452052210826471034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-52491876880651148902009-05-03T20:40:00.000-04:002009-05-03T20:40:00.000-04:00Hello there. There's an award for you on my blog, ...Hello there. There's an award for you on my blog, should you choose to accept it. Lovely poem. I like typological picture poems. Have you read George Herbert's Easter Wings?Frankie Anonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06093324566743581868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-9245271557272550332009-05-03T19:20:00.000-04:002009-05-03T19:20:00.000-04:00I am way away from being an expert on poems - but ...I am way away from being an expert on poems - but I liked this one, clear easy to follow.<br />My early morning sleeplessness is usuall the fear of living, where should I, How,how to fill life in with markers, how to eat when I get old..... how or what about death never comes into it. <br />Now Camillo is 83 this June - we don't talk about it.GingerVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16501023251788210094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-2682181902103039432009-05-03T15:42:00.000-04:002009-05-03T15:42:00.000-04:00I don't know what to say about death and dying, ex...I don't know what to say about death and dying, except that from my view right now it sucks. I do, however, like your poem very much!<br />xxxxMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816138640432897870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-85649286162614988082009-05-03T15:04:00.000-04:002009-05-03T15:04:00.000-04:00I am a big believer in the light touch... always a...I am a big believer in the light touch... always a good thing (the lighter the touch, the more successfully you can deal with even the darkest thorniest issues) -<br /><br />also love the "Cairn" piece (I like the way the way it is shaped, and I like the phrasing... lyrical, eloquent, evocative... a piece that lingers, I like that)Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17960260771434010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-46231099852604462322009-05-03T14:12:00.000-04:002009-05-03T14:12:00.000-04:00Death is no more than the closing of the final cha...Death is no more than the closing of the final chapter of our life. We open and close so many chapters, as we write our book. Death, the final chapter...is the only one with a title before it is written.<br />The poem is beautifully written. Tabor's comment was excellent!<br />Ahem...how many days will we discuss this topic?<br />Will rainbows and lollipops be the next topic, please? ;)<br /><br />~AMAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10433907044785046226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-86832800586814277312009-05-03T13:02:00.000-04:002009-05-03T13:02:00.000-04:00Though I like your lighter side, and agree with Ba...Though I like your lighter side, and agree with Bagman, I have to admit that was an excellent poem.<br /><br />However, even though I am as old as you, I never think about Death. I think it sends out signals to his base. I like to fly under his radar. <br /><br />There are millions of people calling out for Death everyday with their thoughts, and even writing poems about him, so the little old monkey has plenty to do without worrying about me.<br /><br />I don't want to see him coming, anyway. Just take me fast and...Wait! I am thinking about Death. See what you have done. Hum, hum, hum.<br /><br />So how did you like the Kentucky Derby? Imagine betting a grand on Mine That Bird? I could buy new camera gear and shoot for myself and blog all day.aurbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04234712574405718245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-44889861644287698682009-05-03T11:42:00.000-04:002009-05-03T11:42:00.000-04:00I have been thinking a lot about the end of things...I have been thinking a lot about the end of things...not necessarily death...but just how many things I may be doing for the last time and not know it. My grandchildren have become huge markers of the passage of time.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-40770426352984784472009-05-03T09:28:00.000-04:002009-05-03T09:28:00.000-04:00But you are like a married couple, well, in the up...But you are like a married couple, well, in the upbraiding way I consider Oscar & Felix a fantasist married couple. ~Mary<br /><br />ps slamming the door, just like the pissed spouse....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com