tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post4209168080863779899..comments2024-03-11T20:39:46.221+02:00Comments on vazambam: Time on My Handsvazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-57032544213722913502010-08-01T18:40:38.117+03:002010-08-01T18:40:38.117+03:00Well said, Joe and unfortunately true of our times...Well said, Joe and unfortunately true of our times, as you point out. Thanks for the response!vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-79849219723179295512010-08-01T18:29:06.220+03:002010-08-01T18:29:06.220+03:00Lovely, Vassilis! Being in time means being implic...Lovely, Vassilis! Being in time means being implicated in the doings of one's times. And our times are bloody indeed....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-45081526983016943222010-08-01T09:14:30.275+03:002010-08-01T09:14:30.275+03:00All quite pertinent and thought-provoking question...All quite pertinent and thought-provoking questions, Elisabeth but the answer is far more pedestrian: This is simply a poem about the poet sitting down and "killing time" i.e., trying to stop it by the act of writing, though the reader may interpret it any number of ways--as you yourself have done. Thanks for responding so searchingly.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5954130354262793169.post-14415467427088045822010-07-31T15:43:38.412+03:002010-07-31T15:43:38.412+03:00What crime do your hands commit, I wonder Vassilis...What crime do your hands commit, I wonder Vassilis? The crime of passivity, a failure to act or is it the failure of over-reacting?Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.com