Comments on: The Deaf Leading The Unborn

By: Collen Mortin

Collen Mortin — Mon, 17 Jan 2011 20:53:27 +0000

Hey there! Appreciation for the good blog post. Keep writing!

By: Jennifer Borges Foster

Jennifer Borges Foster — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 23:36:55 +0000

Ho hah. I’m back to loving being right again, so no dice, mister.

By: David

David — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 21:51:22 +0000

Whoa! I only just now caught the last line of that blog post. Can I frame that and put it on our refrigerator?

By: David

David — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:43:17 +0000

speaking of misreads: At first I thought that the title of this post was “The Deaf Leading The Unicorn”

By: Jennifer Borges Foster

Jennifer Borges Foster — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 02:07:55 +0000

I’m sure that is part of what makes you a great poet – the rewriting of a muted world. It is nice to know that you are a part of our hearing impaired poets club – we should all do a reading sometime, and take questions from the audience that we can reinterpret however we like!

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 00:56:53 +0000

That second picture is amazing. I’ve been trying to imagine captions.

I am also (happily) a bit hard of hearing. Also, I read things wrong. I like life a little muted, where I get to fill in the rest myself.

By: Jennifer Borges Foster

Jennifer Borges Foster — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 03:55:59 +0000

You trying giving birth to a horse or a tree from another universe – it ALWAYS feels like an accident. Branches, Man, Branches.

I think I did catch you giving birth to a mongoose/snail creature once when you were up late working, but that might have been a dream.

Also: it’s not cool to call our apartment “messy” anyway. She’s alternatively cleansed.

Also again: if your Mom did not shove your body crosswise between the edge of the drawer and the frame of the dresser, I think there was nothing wrong with it. I’ve met her. She’s the best. I’m guessing she never shoved you into anything.

By: David

David — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 02:49:04 +0000

I love the description of your writing process. But why “accidentally” coming back pregnant? Don’t you wanna have these word babies? (The next time your mom bugs you about having children, say, “But I’m having babies all the time! They’re just not human.” )

I suppose these inter-dimensional cross-breeds might be of many sorts. Some are like horses that fall out of the womb already being able to stand up. Others are like the tree farms that take 50 years from planting to cutting. (I’m thinking of those Weyerhaeuser signs you see around the Olympic Peninsula that say “Planted in 1920!”) Some of your babies may be tree creatures. You never know. Whatever, they’re beautiful.

If all art-making is baby delivering, then when people ask why our apartment is so messy, I’ll just say: “Afterbirth.”

Re “Putting Baby to Bed”: My mom kept me in a drawer, but I think it was taken out of the dresser and sitting on the floor. Was that wrong?