tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post2693383537448241644..comments2024-02-11T03:39:05.836-05:00Comments on still life with circles: Angie Weepingstill life angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-49260554413422967922009-06-24T22:37:26.328-04:002009-06-24T22:37:26.328-04:00I followed the link from Glow as well, thank you f...I followed the link from Glow as well, thank you for this post. It made me cry...margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16494588299838654564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-7934765003259538942009-06-24T19:54:09.699-04:002009-06-24T19:54:09.699-04:00Wow, I loved dani819's comment. Ditto that.
A...Wow, I loved dani819's comment. Ditto that.<br /><br />And I loved this post, too, Angie. It knocked me back. In a good way. One of your readers nominated you, and you're part of a group being recognized at Glow in the Woods for your writing this spring. http://www.glowinthewoods.com/home/2009/6/24/glow-in-the-woods-awards-spring-2009.html<br /><br />Thank you so much. This has lodged itself into my head. You feel so damn isolated, and then you meet so many others who feel isolated too, and that becomes something different, something more. That's a huge thing. Thank you, and love to you.sweetsalty katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15822876211091242851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-64040470237761570232009-03-19T16:42:00.000-04:002009-03-19T16:42:00.000-04:00Some days are for crying and screaming and some da...Some days are for crying and screaming and some days are for not crying but still feeling shitty on the inside.<BR/><BR/>What a moving painting. Especially since the mother and I share the same name.<BR/><BR/>xRachaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08573991998853561283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-65470397066610513642009-03-18T22:26:00.000-04:002009-03-18T22:26:00.000-04:00I would like the goofy tour guide routine! But I a...I would like the goofy tour guide routine! But I am a dork like that...<BR/><BR/>I also wonder why knowing it happens all around the world and in all times doesn't make it any easier. Anyway, I'm sorry it hit you so suddenly in the museum. And I'm sorry family is there basically expecting you to keep moving through the tears. All I can think is hang in there.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03425243574893835625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-83174433861794705222009-03-18T22:10:00.000-04:002009-03-18T22:10:00.000-04:00Blessing my ass. I think (in all sincerity) that ...Blessing my ass. I think (in all sincerity) that we should all be allowed to don Victorian mourning jewelry, wear black, and receive no callers for a year if we so choose. It's one of the curses of modern life that nobody knows what the hell to do with grief any more.Dani819https://www.blogger.com/profile/00620957484893505246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-47264103088475678652009-03-18T15:20:00.000-04:002009-03-18T15:20:00.000-04:00oh angie, let those tears flow. i know it's hard w...oh angie, let those tears flow. i know it's hard when you're out in the world and it just hits you in the heart and you are so unprepared. but that is our new life. any moment can bring the tears on full force. i'm glad you took care of yourself by leaving, walking and going home to bed.<BR/><BR/>and yes, fuck him. too much ignorance. and really i was there too, i didn't think babies died anymore just before they are supposed to be born. now we all know too fucking well how wrong this misconception is.alizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09435679393472275569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-13222305538492168392009-03-18T12:46:00.000-04:002009-03-18T12:46:00.000-04:00When you're on the other side of the statistics li...When you're on the other side of the statistics life is just never the same. I often wonder at how did I miss the signs, the history, all this pain and sorrow? But here we are in the midst of it now and as everyone has said above, those crying days just happen and I hope you keep letting them. Thinking of you, Angie. xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-35334595337342840412009-03-18T11:13:00.000-04:002009-03-18T11:13:00.000-04:00Fuck that.Years ago I went on a field trip to an e...Fuck that.<BR/><BR/>Years ago I went on a field trip to an exhibition of early american portraits (can't remember if it was Stuart or Copley or Peale or who) and there was a portrait someone had commissioned of his wife because he just found out she was pregnant. And back in those days, pregnancy was the leading cause of death in women. And he wanted a picture to remember her by -- just in case.<BR/><BR/>It's hard to think that just because it hasn't happened to you doesn't mean it doesn't happen.Tashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-31708786278119794532009-03-18T10:53:00.000-04:002009-03-18T10:53:00.000-04:00I haven't been there in a few years. And like you ...I haven't been there in a few years. And like you I never noticed these paintings either. They take on a whole new meaning now. I still think about the gorilla at some zoo (or similar type animal) who's baby died last year and how she carried the babe on her back for days before she would give it up. I swear I would carry Hannah around with me still, if I could. It's sad that we can relate to gorillas better than most humans. And now we can relate to the people throughout history who have endured this type of loss. I just commented on Julia's (I Won't Fear Love) blog a little while ago that I sometimes wish I could live in another time. Then at least people would know what this feels like and I wouldn't feel so alone. At the same time, I am glad that the mortality rate has decreased dramatically. But it hasn't decreased enough, because here we are.CLChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08030787972960755420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-81216781325035935132009-03-18T09:54:00.000-04:002009-03-18T09:54:00.000-04:00I third these girls.You cry Angie - those tears ne...I third these girls.<BR/><BR/>You cry Angie - those tears need to get out.<BR/>xCarly Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586501928364642712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-31479303148227651142009-03-18T09:23:00.000-04:002009-03-18T09:23:00.000-04:00I second what Sally said. Some days are just cryi...I second what Sally said. Some days are just crying days, they have to be. xoxoezra'smommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17342399045659116165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-8801165132697571542009-03-18T08:21:00.000-04:002009-03-18T08:21:00.000-04:00Yeah. A giant fuck you from me too. Angie it is st...Yeah. A giant fuck you from me too. <BR/>Angie it is still so early for you. These days are going to come so frequently. You cry as much as you need, regardless of whether you have a house full of visitors. They're family, they'll just have to cop it on the chin.Hope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.com