tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post2087355386611091923..comments2024-01-09T05:39:44.523-08:00Comments on I Hate Poetry: The Buddah Moskowitz Archive: Anywhere but ThereBuddah Moskowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-42484617706577346912015-04-03T11:10:51.040-07:002015-04-03T11:10:51.040-07:00I see the boy, bobbing his head at the beat of the...I see the boy, bobbing his head at the beat of the music coming out of the radio... and hoping.Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-30008979243033677592015-04-03T00:25:14.963-07:002015-04-03T00:25:14.963-07:00I listened to The Wall on repeat, wearing those he...I listened to The Wall on repeat, wearing those headphones ~grapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-76542722179969718222015-04-02T22:59:08.660-07:002015-04-02T22:59:08.660-07:00You recreate it vividly!You recreate it vividly!Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-38478560569255614672015-04-02T21:56:01.766-07:002015-04-02T21:56:01.766-07:00In my house, it was my mom that was the handy one....In my house, it was my mom that was the handy one. She upholstered our living room furniture. We also had some chairs for the kitchen table that were covered in vinyl, that weren't Alabama summer friendly.<br /><br />I like how relatable this poem is. I think one of the (many) things I like about your poetry is that is feels like the speaker in the poem is talking specifically to me.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-91660569620444799162015-04-02T21:22:26.932-07:002015-04-02T21:22:26.932-07:00Music took me to many places when I needed to esca...Music took me to many places when I needed to escape the four rooms of discontent that housed me. Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-10253396722761731882015-04-02T20:31:24.171-07:002015-04-02T20:31:24.171-07:00I'm right there with you, though no brothers, ...I'm right there with you, though no brothers, not Mexican ... so maybe not exactly the same but, what was my point? Oh, yeah - I can (almost) totally relate.Other Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189646933597252108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-28241237834075415372015-04-02T19:51:51.011-07:002015-04-02T19:51:51.011-07:00You took me back to sticking and peeling one's...You took me back to sticking and peeling one's legs off chairs and Looney Tunes-there is magic in those moments. We just don't see it until later-I love this poem!Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-61051378929990984892015-04-02T17:19:53.108-07:002015-04-02T17:19:53.108-07:00Oh, YES! The comments have already say it all. An...Oh, YES! The comments have already say it all. An excellent capture of the time period & place, Buddah, and the ending? <br /><br />"...anywhere but there.<br /><br />Decades later,<br />I still consider it<br />home." <br /><br />Perfect!PSChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262352611143658741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-618780114877318552015-04-02T13:16:45.982-07:002015-04-02T13:16:45.982-07:00wonderful write, home just seem to follow us in ad...wonderful write, home just seem to follow us in adult life, its like that sometimes; have a creative month<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-62284428415437971862015-04-02T11:41:00.035-07:002015-04-02T11:41:00.035-07:00Goodness...this is just so vivid and genuine and I...Goodness...this is just so vivid and genuine and I happened to catch Kerry's comment and agree with her as well. Excellent, Buddah!Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-19544708631223470382015-04-02T10:50:56.751-07:002015-04-02T10:50:56.751-07:00How I love this! Smiled all the way through - the ...How I love this! Smiled all the way through - the pleather sticking to your thighs on hot summer days (car seats were like that too! Ouch!), the tv, the headphones and, mainly, especially, the dreams of being anywhere but there. Yet "there" is now what shines so golden in memory. Loved. This. Poem. Thank you for taking me back (in my case, a long way back to prehistoric times Before TV even, LOL. Listening to the radio was my biggie when I was small. We got a small black and white TV when I was nine. Magic!)Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-67745941118574156512015-04-02T10:32:10.367-07:002015-04-02T10:32:10.367-07:00We never appreciate what we have till it is gone. ...We never appreciate what we have till it is gone. I love your poem and your family.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-46675398732766612932015-04-02T09:56:32.151-07:002015-04-02T09:56:32.151-07:00I love the patched-up furniture and hand-me-downs....I love the patched-up furniture and hand-me-downs...more now than when we needed them, right?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-21321207549254456112015-04-02T09:25:05.032-07:002015-04-02T09:25:05.032-07:00I love this so much! I can see it, I feel like I&#...I love this so much! I can see it, I feel like I've been there and know the child-you.<br />Now I have a loveseat that needs reupholstering... but I do not have the skills! Nor the money for new. Sigh.<br />I think a lot about how I sat in a particular chair and listen to records on my dad's stereo, reading along with the words on the sleeve, taking it all in.<br />Love this poem.Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-24130305340480029082015-04-02T09:20:25.475-07:002015-04-02T09:20:25.475-07:00This is so genuine, so authentic. I had those sam...This is so genuine, so authentic. I had those same headphones, I think! I just love this, Mosk.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-42168005440261332962015-04-02T08:52:43.978-07:002015-04-02T08:52:43.978-07:00It seems like we spend the first half of our lives...It seems like we spend the first half of our lives trying to escape our humble roots and the second half learning to appreciate them.<br /><br />This is a very special poem in its invocation of time and place and person.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.com