Comments on: Curry-Infused Dreams http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2007/07/01/it-was-like-thinking-what-if-i-won-the-lotto/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=it-was-like-thinking-what-if-i-won-the-lotto Publishing Creative and Contemporary Writing Wed, 08 Feb 2012 03:07:37 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: fogman http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2007/07/01/it-was-like-thinking-what-if-i-won-the-lotto/comment-page-1/#comment-237 fogman Thu, 05 Jul 2007 21:43:19 +0000 http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2007/07/01/it-was-like-thinking-what-if-i-won-the-lotto/#comment-237 ...and yet America thinks its the only place anyone would want to be -or is it really "simply a place for the dog to piss"? Just not on my property, dammit. nice juxtaposition of cultural values here, and very well written too. …and yet America thinks its the only place anyone would want to be -or is it really “simply a place for the dog to piss”? Just not on my property, dammit.

nice juxtaposition of cultural values here, and very well written too.

]]> By: Quasimofo http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2007/07/01/it-was-like-thinking-what-if-i-won-the-lotto/comment-page-1/#comment-235 Quasimofo Wed, 04 Jul 2007 18:26:58 +0000 http://www.haggardandhalloo.com/2007/07/01/it-was-like-thinking-what-if-i-won-the-lotto/#comment-235 Modern-day Candide/Techno-rocker Tocqueville strikes again! ..Like an asian 'Gulliver's Travels' [Jonathan] swift-kicking notions up my pampered spoiled American ass! [that's a good thing, though a bit painful]. "Curry-Infused Dreams of Freedom or A Backyard for my Dog to Piss"..it's a pleasure to read a fellow bastard son of Ogden Nash (famous for his use of 'or' in titles)...and other liberties of language and wit in poetry. I enjoyed reading the comparison/contrast of East vs. West...drove home by that crecendo 'ABC's' ending: A-merica B-etter C-hange! So much of America is just 'business as usual'/non-personal/apathetic/get-out-of-my-face... We used to have a litte Paki-restaurant in the small tx. town i live in called 'the Saffron Grill'...man i miss their chiken curry and friendliness. They closed down, changed management, and the place was renamed 'Texas Burger' (not to be confused with the Koffee Kup Kafe...not-so-secret meeting place of area KKK enthusiasts]. Staying at 'The Curry Pot Guesthouse' might be like eating at 'La Rattatoille Restaurante', but hell, $3 bucks!? Man! I'll take room 1408 please! Eating there sounds even better...social club, school-room, eatery, la leche league all rolled into one! Very picturesque! 2nd stanza truly stood out: "...curry smells rising up in dreamlike wisps of spiciness, curling through the air, drifting below my nostrils as I try to sleep, infusing my dreams with temples, rats and brightly-colored saris." Thank you. I look forward to reading more! Modern-day Candide/Techno-rocker Tocqueville strikes again! ..Like an asian ‘Gulliver’s Travels’ [Jonathan] swift-kicking notions up my pampered spoiled American ass! [that's a good thing, though a bit painful]. “Curry-Infused Dreams of Freedom or A Backyard for my Dog to Piss”..it’s a pleasure to read a fellow bastard son of Ogden Nash (famous for his use of ‘or’ in titles)…and other liberties of language and wit in poetry.

I enjoyed reading the comparison/contrast of East vs. West…drove home by that crecendo ‘ABC’s’ ending: A-merica B-etter C-hange!
So much of America is just ‘business as usual’/non-personal/apathetic/get-out-of-my-face…

We used to have a litte Paki-restaurant in the small tx. town i live in called ‘the Saffron Grill’…man i miss their chiken curry and friendliness. They closed down, changed management, and the place was renamed ‘Texas Burger’ (not to be confused with the Koffee Kup Kafe…not-so-secret meeting place of area KKK enthusiasts].

Staying at ‘The Curry Pot Guesthouse’ might be like eating at ‘La Rattatoille Restaurante’, but hell, $3 bucks!? Man! I’ll take room 1408 please! Eating there sounds even better…social club, school-room, eatery, la leche league all rolled into one!

Very picturesque! 2nd stanza truly stood out: “…curry smells rising up in dreamlike wisps of spiciness, curling through the air, drifting below my nostrils as I try to sleep, infusing my dreams with temples, rats and brightly-colored saris.”

Thank you. I look forward to reading more!

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