tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973374543218982886.post4738407836806910822..comments2023-04-02T07:58:19.830-05:00Comments on Jane Austen Didn't Prepare Me for This: the streetlight {a poem}Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16987570152954506617noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973374543218982886.post-72229445567951687172011-01-08T09:07:03.294-06:002011-01-08T09:07:03.294-06:00Wow, Blade, and I started that poem while I was wa...Wow, Blade, and I started that poem while I was walking my dog.<br /><br />Clearly, quite clearly, I should listen more to these Breathe Owl Breathe people. They speak my mind!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16987570152954506617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973374543218982886.post-60717569265737106232011-01-07T23:29:33.261-06:002011-01-07T23:29:33.261-06:00Oddly, parts of this remind me of another song by ...Oddly, parts of this remind me of another song by Breathe Owl Breathe called "Dog Walkers of the New Age". Specifically these lines:<br /><br />"The city is alive<br />It blinks its eyes<br />When you turn on and off your lights"Bladehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02576677848249149095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973374543218982886.post-73487542002378593872011-01-07T12:33:04.456-06:002011-01-07T12:33:04.456-06:00I love the margarine comparison. "that unnatu...I love the margarine comparison. "that unnatural fatty glow". LOVE.Betty (Beth)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01103494513591543887noreply@blogger.com