tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post4846258336831306780..comments2024-03-22T21:02:55.051+13:00Comments on Bat, Bean, Beam: You Didn't Know HimGiovanni Tisohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10618534731338616708noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-42400051048745986732009-07-27T15:12:30.611+12:002009-07-27T15:12:30.611+12:00Thank you.
You've written eloquently, and cap...Thank you. <br />You've written eloquently, and captured something of your father, too, that will endure- although it can never be enough.<br />Something of his spirit shines through your words. I'm reminded of the introduction a speaker once gave to the poet Bub Bridger. It went something like: hearing of her childhood, you can imagine it trotted out by a lawyer as extenuating robnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-6215497031887984072009-07-23T23:57:41.651+12:002009-07-23T23:57:41.651+12:00Finally, copied and pasted, to read back at the ap...Finally, copied and pasted, to read back at the apartment. This was beautiful. He sounds like the best kind of father, the kind you end up loving and respecting.<br /><br />I still hope to get to Milan, and this added some inspiration to the whole plan.Di Mackeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00273089782589416134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-46412873971880655112009-07-20T17:49:05.995+12:002009-07-20T17:49:05.995+12:00This post brought me to tears as well. I feel luck...This post brought me to tears as well. I feel lucky to have been as moved as this today.<br /><br />In part because it reminded me of the paucity of material traces of my own father. He's been a man of letters and correspondence, and even a blog written under a psuedonym. But none of this will be remembered, and most of it is already forgotten.<br /><br />But more than this, there's the George Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-9257941834202963302009-07-19T07:25:22.631+12:002009-07-19T07:25:22.631+12:00I think the traces remain, written, spoken or not....I think the traces remain, written, spoken or not. The people we love are inscribed in us and they act, through us, on others. The origin may be lost in time but the influence, born of love, continues. <br /><br />Thank you so much.Jane Robertsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03420485615132391496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-14217460590875951012009-07-18T17:23:03.690+12:002009-07-18T17:23:03.690+12:00About time I popped in for a comment myself. Thank...About time I popped in for a comment myself. Thank you all, it was a very difficult piece to write and I had all sorts of doubts when I posted it, so it means a lot that it was well received. There have been some lovely emails that I wish I could share with you, and people have only had kind things to say - I really appreciate it. <br /><br />@<b>MTNW</b> "I think there's always been Giovanni Tisohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10618534731338616708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-47014979724274460302009-07-18T11:36:48.588+12:002009-07-18T11:36:48.588+12:00I cried too. This is very touching and beautifully...I cried too. This is very touching and beautifully written.<br /><br />I hope this doesn't seem like callous intellectualizing but about death, memory and class though- I recently watched a fascinating Time Team documentary about Stonehenge which is now believed to be a burial place/memorial. The bones they've found are almost all of adult males and they think higher status more Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04797661728002935006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-13255287925226484102009-07-17T16:14:51.369+12:002009-07-17T16:14:51.369+12:00For the heart holds what the mind cannot follow.
B...For the heart holds what the mind cannot follow.<br />Beautiful Gio, and I say that as a Father...and Widower, for whom few things touch as deeply as your writing did.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04424066726955708314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-61676248797935928562009-07-17T09:17:21.628+12:002009-07-17T09:17:21.628+12:00That's seriously lovely. I've never been s...That's seriously lovely. I've never been so moved by a eulogy.Jimnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-79801428382580918812009-07-16T21:24:06.084+12:002009-07-16T21:24:06.084+12:00Though lost to sight, to memory dear
Isabella Fost...<b>Though lost to sight, to memory dear</b><br /><i>Isabella Foster, d. 1876</i><br /><br />Dunedin in those days<br />was a town of omitters:<br />people whose life stories<br />were as webs, as ephemera.<br /><br />The kind of town<br />where a mother and father<br />could drift in for a wedding<br />then wash out again.<br /><br />Their son, hopeful young man<br />not long in the city<br />wasMegan Claytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03584562106579704547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-36265213656327587862009-07-16T08:12:32.809+12:002009-07-16T08:12:32.809+12:00As Deborah said, I reached the end of this post wi...As Deborah said, I reached the end of this post with a tear running down my face. Beautiful writing. I'm lucky enough to still have my dad alive (but too far away). But what you wrote evoked memories of his father, who I miss daily, even though its been nearly 17 years.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-7916712939006422812009-07-15T23:41:25.219+12:002009-07-15T23:41:25.219+12:00grazie. (Caterina)grazie. (Caterina)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-36303011901349667192009-07-14T23:24:28.560+12:002009-07-14T23:24:28.560+12:00I spent much of the day trying to think of somethi...I spent much of the day trying to think of something to say, but I can't. It is just beautiful.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08024440694895271805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-73117738593996127922009-07-14T20:43:58.155+12:002009-07-14T20:43:58.155+12:00Beautiful.Beautiful.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01090875099114306657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-36294910952389422882009-07-14T16:39:44.742+12:002009-07-14T16:39:44.742+12:00How beautiful. Tears for you, and big hugs. It is ...How beautiful. Tears for you, and big hugs. It is always hard when one of the most important people in your life is not there, in his physical manifestation. I see your dilemma with Merc's lines (not knowing who Merc is) - so final, and that is what we struggle with, isn't it? If you believe that death is an end, how then do you come to terms with the loss of one you loved so much? All I Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14275445519501744525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-42601455900941375892009-07-14T15:12:51.870+12:002009-07-14T15:12:51.870+12:00Thanks for that Giovanni, lovely.Thanks for that Giovanni, lovely.llewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06561709142491895984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-69928081583129308212009-07-14T12:43:48.902+12:002009-07-14T12:43:48.902+12:00i should not read these things at work.
one day i...i should not read these things at work.<br /><br />one day i'll tell you all the story of <a href="http://objectdart.wordpress.com/2009/04/02/falling-folding-leaves-of-paper-24/" rel="nofollow">my own father</a> too, when the time is right.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-39739940564468599852009-07-14T11:54:18.407+12:002009-07-14T11:54:18.407+12:00Wow, your dad looks a lot like my ex-FIL.
This i...Wow, your dad looks a lot like my ex-FIL. <br /><br />This is a lovely post. David Haywood has just asked me to write about my own father, and this is a perfect example of why I shouldn't.Emmahttp://www.publicaddress.net/upfrontnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-36094181627430960132009-07-14T10:25:39.873+12:002009-07-14T10:25:39.873+12:00Really lovely! I especially like how the photos we...Really lovely! I especially like how the photos were worked in with the words.Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16278675946018423652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-54984099593013959802009-07-14T10:03:53.443+12:002009-07-14T10:03:53.443+12:00What a beautiful post - thanks for sharing. And I&...What a beautiful post - thanks for sharing. And I'm sorry for your loss, the immediacy of it is still so poignant in your writing even if time tells a different story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-26885753592891297142009-07-14T09:20:25.522+12:002009-07-14T09:20:25.522+12:00A simply lovely post Giovanni.A simply lovely post Giovanni.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057225441101183394.post-45494423415912263192009-07-14T01:05:46.602+12:002009-07-14T01:05:46.602+12:00I read merc's poems every day, and often end w...I read merc's poems every day, and often end with a tear running down my face, as I did by the end of this post.<br /><br />I love my dad too.Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14182573274494086468noreply@blogger.com