tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549963549429593969.post8594598411117140241..comments2024-01-20T06:51:58.729-08:00Comments on Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded: What My Father Believed: An Easter PostJohn Guzlowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13052735138993479204noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549963549429593969.post-83092724104297217232013-03-31T16:19:33.682-07:002013-03-31T16:19:33.682-07:00Very moving poem John. I agree with the comment ab...Very moving poem John. I agree with the comment above. Hard to express my feelings after reading it. It just resonates. No words.Jannett Matusiakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16241851609019491630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549963549429593969.post-52417441647872240752013-03-30T04:45:35.976-07:002013-03-30T04:45:35.976-07:00Like so many times when I have tried to express my...Like so many times when I have tried to express my feelings after reading your poems, I am now into my third or fourth version. I want to convey something about how much your words mean to all of us who have learned late in life what happened in Poland in WWII. But I always fall short. But I'll say it again....your writings and readings and speaking engagements are among the most important efforts of any out there. Your work grabs the heart and forces one to deeply think about events that have been, for many reasons, kept in deep shadows. Therein lies a problem...the most common reaction to have to face horror is not to confront it but to quickly run back into the safety of sunshine of our daily lives. To stay away from that which hurts too much to think about. Something's are too painful to dwell upon too much. But like that car accident, we rubber neck to see how bad it was, knowing we can keep driving away from the human wreckage and misery. We hope that never happens to us. So on we drive, slowed down temporarily by our collective curiosity, swearing about the traffic jam, that terrible mess of things meant to flow easily, that we became part of....just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. For the lucky some, a traffic jam may be their most traumatic challenge. For others, like your parents-the wrong place can not be so easily driven away from. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com