Comments on: Unseen: An Autobiography of Light (Part Two) http://www.unseenwhispers.com/2009/04/05/unseen-an-autobiography-of-light-part-two/ A Journal and Forum for Writing in the Arts Tue, 25 May 2010 17:38:34 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: J. Scott Mosel http://www.unseenwhispers.com/2009/04/05/unseen-an-autobiography-of-light-part-two/comment-page-1/#comment-186 J. Scott Mosel Tue, 07 Apr 2009 12:29:29 +0000 http://www.unseenwhispers.com/?p=1164#comment-186 Hello Gardner of cuisine, words, vegetables and love. Light is more of a visitor that truly comes from somewhere else. An extraterrestrial in the truest sense. I have not really decided if the first line is authentic or not. Also, I hope you did not miss part one. The strangeness of a chronological blog is the the most recent entry appears to be first, but that is not the case here. Part one is essential. Hello Gardner of cuisine, words, vegetables and love. Light is more of a visitor that truly comes from somewhere else. An extraterrestrial in the truest sense. I have not really decided if the first line is authentic or not. Also, I hope you did not miss part one. The strangeness of a chronological blog is the the most recent entry appears to be first, but that is not the case here. Part one is essential.

]]> By: jeff http://www.unseenwhispers.com/2009/04/05/unseen-an-autobiography-of-light-part-two/comment-page-1/#comment-185 jeff Tue, 07 Apr 2009 00:18:20 +0000 http://www.unseenwhispers.com/?p=1164#comment-185 I really saw the light in the last paragraph of the first part "Dancing, dressed only in the scarves of memory . . ." beautiful line of poetry, Scott. I'm not sure about the first line, though. Why can't the light remember the world? Is the first line an awakening? And does he hear the guitars and see the colors sifting through his body and does he smell the flowers and coffee for the first time? And will the light be able to remember the world if it gets a new tongue? There is a lot of poem here. I really saw the light in the last paragraph of the first part
“Dancing, dressed only in the scarves of memory . . .” beautiful line of poetry, Scott.

I’m not sure about the first line, though. Why can’t the light remember the world? Is the first line an awakening?

And does he hear the guitars and see the colors sifting through his body and does he smell the flowers and coffee for the first time? And will the light be able to remember the world if it gets a new tongue?

There is a lot of poem here.

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