tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371137905089559599.post2982075086413630558..comments2024-02-24T20:32:17.132-08:00Comments on BLOOD AND GUTSTEIN: ESSAY ON "ESSAY ON WOOD"DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11440571794661801261noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371137905089559599.post-50033486254124586422014-07-08T05:14:48.265-07:002014-07-08T05:14:48.265-07:00The house has a bad cough -- agreed, wld be a litt...The house has a bad cough -- agreed, wld be a little more original. Agreed, too, about the Commander's The Good House -- got a copy of that within eyesight right very now -- although that house, out in Va., sometimes hosts beer hooligans out on the back stoop making Theofanis Gekas imitations. "MRREEAAGGHH!" they often go. "MRREEAAGGHH!" goes the house. But not in "Essay On Wood." I am going to write an "Essay On Wood" myself, although it'll be about one aspect of being male. But I digress. Gladly, I too fled to other examples of wood, rowboats -- and poetry! <br /><br />----------------b.a.DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEINhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11440571794661801261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371137905089559599.post-29808388739926886742014-07-07T15:05:09.396-07:002014-07-07T15:05:09.396-07:00Just the proper amount of seriousness actually. I ...Just the proper amount of seriousness actually. I wd even presume to challenge the breathing house. Of course, a house breathes. It's basic chemistry or, if you will, expected catabolism of organic matter. This is why so much calculation goes into structural engineering. The house exhales nitrogen or arsenic, and the window no longer hangs squarely in its frame. Thousands of equations attempt to account for / control / pay homage to settling of breathing houses. Each is beautiful but none poetic. If only wood was on the telephone! I wd take that call! I gladly flee, in alarm, to Rich, or to "The Good House."hthrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653557767832908780noreply@blogger.com