Another Thing About November

[Michael Brown]

On one end of a dream, wormy spaghetti-like fingers that won't quite let go of a past they have no business holding onto, and on the waking end, bright beginnings which might be explanations of change or at least nubs of desire regarding movement. Who authorized this bad patch, and who vanquished the last? We saw through the flimsy excuses; we prayed in unison; we fell toward each other, bruising a third knee, and when I say we, I am being hopeful. Those slimy fingers carry the rosy odor of humectant. I take credit for your brilliance because loneliness is dry, and it isn't solace. The waking end will arrive soon enough, but I will leave it to your discretion to rise and quiet the alarm, if you are so inclined, as otherwise we may sleep and march, and wonder together if it is true that music helps the brain relearn words.

[Angela]

I echo what has been said about the fine, unique nature of this, and how lovely it would be to hear it read aloud by you.  I love the progression of this - prayer, followed by a fall, followed by sad hope and then slight disgust, false pride, and loneliness.  I hope that music does help the brain relearn, because I think the heart, in its sorrow, never forgets what it does not want to know.  You have a mighty and gentle voice.

[Cita]

Michael, I hope that someday you grace us with a reading of this aloud. 

[Edward Dean]

Michael, Michael, Michael! ...................I would love to see this piece rewritten without being encumbered by 6S.

This is so powerful. It's like a glass of stunning Grand Cru wine; every sip (reread) reveals a different nuance; so well worth the effort.

I'm with Sandra; a personal reading would be magic!

[Sandra Davies]

Exactly what Bolton says, and I wish we were all gathered round as you read this aloud in the gloaming.   Superb.

[Teresa]

Michael, Gita is right about you being on fire, only your writing reads like a slow hand over dark blue velvet, its long fingers delicately pinching an edge, lifting it up, and revealing a new truth.  Brilliant.  Sometimes you just relax into yourself and a deeply colored gem like emerges.  Another MELPH around here today.

[bolton carley]

loneliness is dry and it isn't solace - wow.  that mind of yours need not take credit for anyone else's brilliance, only yours.

[Gita]

You are on FIRE tonight! I love this.  Humectant!  Loneliness is dry...  we may sleep and march, and wonder together if it is true that music helps the brain relearn words.

Yes, as a matter of fact, music does help one learn and recall words. I learned that in grad school a long time ago, and the proof is that we can recall advertizing that was set to music (jingles).

"You'll wonder where the yellow went when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent."

All the parts of this Six sound like no one else I know. You have your own unique voice.