tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056794334945166887.post8892899008857899464..comments2023-09-16T11:53:32.601-04:00Comments on sweet whisper dreams: bullseyemignonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02028407838518935203noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056794334945166887.post-72134657523077497812012-05-15T22:39:11.738-04:002012-05-15T22:39:11.738-04:00Oh yes, my little one is all about One Direction a...Oh yes, my little one is all about <em>One Direction</em> at the moment. I feel like a terrible mother, but I don't indulge her. No concerts, no trips to NYC to further boost these media fabricated heroes. Well, to be honest, I <em>don't</em> feel like a terrible mother--maybe that's why I feel terrible, because I think I'm <em>supposed</em> to feel like a terrible mother for not indulging my daughter-- but all I can think is, What are they thinking? Indulging daughters as such. Feeding the machine.<br /><br />Oh, goodness, I'm afraid that this evening's one glass of red is catching up with me! Heh. <br /><br />What I really want to say here, m, is Wow! I'm glad to be back, reading SWD. This is one heck of a poem. And I think any keen writer, any artist, any poet, would be unable to produce such beautiful prose and verse, open other doors, cease to feed the machines, without first experiencing the idols of her youth, and those <em>Saturday night in the bars</em> days. Oh, but she sets it right.Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06694559900539722616noreply@blogger.com