tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12674755.post2854151231984191841..comments2023-11-22T04:10:49.266-05:00Comments on Dispatches from Zembla: Thomas Bernhard InterviewAlokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947383354732747209noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12674755.post-87929970899883866902006-11-19T12:28:00.000-05:002006-11-19T12:28:00.000-05:00okay okay, now I get it.
dont be discouraged!okay okay, now I get it.<br /><br />dont be discouraged!Alokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12947383354732747209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12674755.post-55762559238193391182006-11-19T12:22:00.000-05:002006-11-19T12:22:00.000-05:00indeed discouraging!
my fingers drafted
a sketch...indeed discouraging!<br /><br />my fingers drafted <br />a sketch <br />of his contemplation<br />stretched on the bare <br />white snow to the horizon <br />silently....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12674755.post-80966433295333903822006-11-19T12:00:00.000-05:002006-11-19T12:00:00.000-05:00don't irritate him too much. he will get really pi...don't irritate him too much. he will get really pissed off. he doesn't care what people say of him :)<br /><br />actually i didnt understand your poem...Alokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12947383354732747209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12674755.post-41558678354915351972006-11-19T11:51:00.000-05:002006-11-19T11:51:00.000-05:00I demand...
how can one leave Thomas Bernhard una...I demand...<br /><br />how can one leave Thomas Bernhard unattended?<br /><br />little champ for BernhardAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12674755.post-27899126475486623962006-11-19T02:21:00.000-05:002006-11-19T02:21:00.000-05:00Alok
oh those fallible wisps
I met at your porch...Alok<br /><br />oh those fallible wisps <br />I met at your porch,were<br />drenched fully; perhaps, they<br />sailed along with the breeze, stayed behind the tree, quivering with the morning mist....<br />I felt the matured swig of chill<br />when I touched their hands...<br />but never thought that I would<br />meet him again who stared at life<br />with undiminished fervor....<br /><br />....<br />He stood near the fence like a breathing monument <br />seemed in charge of the robes that fail him often,<br />so much cheated by the world that never hugged him,<br />the little familiar world he longed to be part of, <br />had been a thing of dark imaginations, he continued<br />his search for words, the only escapades,<br />he fell in love with time and again<br />*copyright-Swirls from Jyo<br /><br />thank you very much for this brilliant compilation.when I am blogging the Voice Imitator, I would link this article of yours....JAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com