Oh! Come on, Sir Joel von Downunder, you’ve defied gravity, lofted yourselves into the ether and drawn us with you. It’s proof the earth is not the creator of gravity, both Sir Issac’s & Herr Einstein’s theories themselves split by the accelerator of your imagination.
Joel- your writing is the filet mignon to the world's quarter pounder. You embrace and caress the language other writers hide from. Thank you for being you.
Fancy leaving the big island down-under of drought and flooding rains, for the hell of climate change impacted and bankrupt, lifeless and crumbling society, civility and desertification.
Clearly you woke from a sensory dream and decided to wordsmith into this intro to Hades.
Maybe based on the vivacity, I choose actions to get to your evident abyss and evident Bottomless Pit, of despair and desperation.
Ah Maestro! Your excellent use of the power of words, to activate every sensory capability a reader may choose to activate!
Yes pictures, as for most art form enhances into 2D and 3D ‘aussi’, just as this fellow Pom now Aussie knows so well.
You were in rare form again with your rich use of the English language to describe a springtime day in Buenos Aires.
Many wonderful word couplings to extol; the combination often poetic.
Two I especially liked were: "laith fingers tracing the aqueous firmament" and "...the crepuscular sky, unapologetic in twilight glory..."
Why thank you, kind sir! I blame the city…
Drowning in a sea of Bowman's verbiage! What a way to go! --Jean
Brilliant, beautiful, bodacious...
Too kind
Thank you for this impressionist painting, I had Buenos Aires on my list for years but now I have no choice, I'll have to visit!👌🙂
I just don't know how you can stand all t he crass beauty and joy. It must be hell for you.
I hope you survive another year.
Onward we struggle
I wanted to see a picture of the “laith” fingers.
Corrected, gracias!
Oh! Come on, Sir Joel von Downunder, you’ve defied gravity, lofted yourselves into the ether and drawn us with you. It’s proof the earth is not the creator of gravity, both Sir Issac’s & Herr Einstein’s theories themselves split by the accelerator of your imagination.
That does it... I'm changing my name. Hereafter, von Downunder it is!
Joel- your writing is the filet mignon to the world's quarter pounder. You embrace and caress the language other writers hide from. Thank you for being you.
Love a good steak metaphor! Cheers!
Poetry called, there's a prose trespassing violation.
Brilliant! And…cheers!
Fancy leaving the big island down-under of drought and flooding rains, for the hell of climate change impacted and bankrupt, lifeless and crumbling society, civility and desertification.
Clearly you woke from a sensory dream and decided to wordsmith into this intro to Hades.
Maybe based on the vivacity, I choose actions to get to your evident abyss and evident Bottomless Pit, of despair and desperation.
Ah Maestro! Your excellent use of the power of words, to activate every sensory capability a reader may choose to activate!
Yes pictures, as for most art form enhances into 2D and 3D ‘aussi’, just as this fellow Pom now Aussie knows so well.
“the crepuscular sky, unapologetic in twilight glory, draped in pink and orange chiffon, preparing for a lusty evening... “. LUSH!!! 👏
😎
Whew
DREAMER!