tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post6448657906238648383..comments2023-12-16T23:54:45.620+13:00Comments on . . . All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude . . . : Leather bananaClaire Beynonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-48848773256038890922009-04-11T10:08:00.000+12:002009-04-11T10:08:00.000+12:00Dear Kay Thank you for saying so - we are mirrors ...Dear Kay <BR/><BR/>Thank you for saying so - we are mirrors for each other, though, wouldn't you agree? You open my sensibilities in countless ways. Your recent 'No' sibling poem for instance - the heartstrings that pulled, released and restored... I will leave you a message on your blog to say as much. ML, C XClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-67944616919077376802009-04-11T10:05:00.000+12:002009-04-11T10:05:00.000+12:00Aq. Aye, hello. In answer to your question re; wh...Aq. Aye, hello. In answer to your question re; what happened to the flesh of the fruit... well, the moisture in it slowly evaporated through what I can only think must be invisible pores in the banana's skin. Today, pressing the fruit lightly between finger and thumb, there's still some elasticity and softness to it. Perhaps, one day (in the unlikely event a need arose for me to have to eat it for survival!), I suspect it might surprise. Who knows. I like to think it's still holding something in distilled form; pure essence- or elixir - of banana? For the time being, I like it for its leather! <BR/><BR/>I'm inclined to agree with you when you 'reverse the order of influence' regarding Wilbur's statement and to affirm your take - The Things of This World Call Us to Love.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for visiting!Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-84455064973397670272009-04-10T17:48:00.000+12:002009-04-10T17:48:00.000+12:00Claire your eye for the unusual never fails to ast...Claire your eye for the unusual never fails to astonish me!Kay Cookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01791873464409271216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-16144400273878686242009-04-09T03:05:00.000+12:002009-04-09T03:05:00.000+12:00Claire, I am utterly charmed, and somehow moved, b...Claire, I am utterly charmed, and somehow moved, by your leather banana, and being the literalist I am, wonder exactly what happened to the flesh of this remarkable fruit? Did it simply waste away, or was it eaten by tiny animacules, or has it somehow petrified inside its sac? The excellent (dare I say exquisite?) Neruda quotation recalls the title of a poem by Richard Wilbur, "Love Calls Us to the Things of This World." I am inclined, as I gaze at the parade of wonders around me, to reverse the order of influence, which is how I read Neruda: The Things of This World Call Us to Love.Aquarian Ayenoreply@blogger.com