tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post3120047800019353864..comments2023-07-03T09:22:01.637+01:00Comments on tasting rhubarb: ... then ten come along at onceJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-43673934992213177362011-01-22T23:44:41.669+00:002011-01-22T23:44:41.669+00:00Thought I commented before, but here I am again, r...Thought I commented before, but here I am again, re-reading and loving this one especially.Bethhttp://www.cassandrapages.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-70141436854893293522011-01-21T22:53:18.934+00:002011-01-21T22:53:18.934+00:00I enjoyed this very much- and I especially like th...I enjoyed this very much- and I especially like that buses can sway.terihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01348440908615750286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-78707987053965153832011-01-20T17:01:22.607+00:002011-01-20T17:01:22.607+00:00Wow.Wow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-37735957561397618662011-01-20T16:52:28.787+00:002011-01-20T16:52:28.787+00:00Often I want to detach public transport from its c...Often I want to detach public transport from its context, take a bus or train and lift it up into the sky, or drop it into the wilderness, whisper: what if this isn't a transition at all, what if it's its own place? What if this is home?<br /><br />This is sort of a nightmarish version of that: what if what we *really* are is the innards of a bus-creature?Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-51055736212499560292011-01-20T13:47:34.398+00:002011-01-20T13:47:34.398+00:00I can see them pulsating. Nice.I can see them pulsating. Nice.Taradharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17665801586196931603noreply@blogger.com