tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post5871304238838103941..comments2024-03-11T20:39:46.221+02:00Comments on vazambam: Nada: My Own Private Idahovazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-9593773622853914392012-03-31T09:22:54.922+03:002012-03-31T09:22:54.922+03:00Thank you, Elisabeth, for saying so!Thank you, Elisabeth, for saying so!vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-31558737600042890142012-03-31T01:29:13.728+03:002012-03-31T01:29:13.728+03:00Wonderful reflections on the way we look forward a...Wonderful reflections on the way we look forward and back but find it so had to stand still.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-90304458738377003172012-03-26T20:58:06.243+03:002012-03-26T20:58:06.243+03:00YES! So turn, turn, turn......YES! So turn, turn, turn......vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-49597506772600567522012-03-26T17:59:03.702+03:002012-03-26T17:59:03.702+03:00I always assume there will be no tomorrow, and wri...I always assume there will be no tomorrow, and write for and of a world that ended the day before yesterday.<br /><br />Does that mean we're on the same page?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-79604177010909083802012-03-26T14:34:35.745+03:002012-03-26T14:34:35.745+03:00Earnestly now, no need to apologize when you impro...Earnestly now, no need to apologize when you improve on something!vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-63859014097372831472012-03-25T22:10:52.007+03:002012-03-25T22:10:52.007+03:00But let me jot down what's happening now:
clac...But let me jot down what's happening now:<br />clack of the fingered keys, my wrinkled brow,<br /><br />each breath pulled loose from the skein of time<br />only to snap back tight like a perfect rhyme<br /><br />into the seemingly seamless cloth of it all,<br />like the winter’s night sky when I was small,<br /><br />when I’d gaze up and puff the steam of me<br />through the limbs of the paper birch tree,<br /><br />touching stars with each uncurling wisp—<br />like this, like this, like this, like this, like this.<br /><br /><br />*<br /><br />[My apologies for the poor imitation. I just couldn't resist a duet.]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com