Comments on: Naked Music

By: mazzz_in_Leeds

mazzz_in_Leeds — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 16:19:05 +0000

Beautiful as always. What a wonderful character you paint here. The line about naked music, the one about being petrified… magnificent.

“Producing – amounting to – exactly nothing. As though that’s how you weigh the value of a life.”
Loved this too: I’m a big fan of pottering and have been since childhood

By: Virginia Moffatt

Virginia Moffatt — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 21:30:38 +0000

This is a beautiful piece. A real sense of loss and someone trying to move on without their life partner…

By: Cathy Olliffe

Cathy Olliffe — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 19:23:33 +0000

A friend told me great things about your writing and I see she is right. This story took my breath away.

By: Mark Kerstetter

Mark Kerstetter — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 19:24:27 +0000

A grandmother still becoming, that’s beautiful, as is your writing once again. She’s lucky. It seems like people generally leave their dreams of flying behind with childhood.

I was thinking about Henry Moore’s Sheep Piece when I read this.

By: Deirdre

Deirdre — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 13:03:25 +0000

I really liked the end of this one.

By: Amy

Amy — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 12:16:43 +0000

A peaceful, thought provoking story. Beautifully told. Enthralling.
Well done!

By: Lou

Lou — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 02:48:24 +0000

“It felt epic at the time. Now what remains is compressed.”

Oh my goodness, yes. Well done.

By: Kim Batchelor

Kim Batchelor — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 00:14:23 +0000

This is a lovely and melancholy piece. The ice scoured landscape, the solitary sheep outside the fence, and the silence as naked music. Very beautiful and moving.

By: AJ Campos

AJ Campos — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 00:01:21 +0000

I hope I write this beautifully one day. You get an “A” plus bonus points!

By: marc nash

marc nash — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 23:17:26 +0000

Gorgeous. Lush textures and yet done with an economy of words. The rhythm of the early paragraphs sweeps one along and the reader is happy to surrender to the motion. So many choice morsels lie within them, I think “as though that’s how you weight the value of a life” was my favourite.

“petrified in freedom” summed up the tenor of the whole piece wonderfully.

Surpasses most writing one comes across online by a country mile