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An imagined conversation between Father Francis Duffy and Yul Brynner as the King of Siam




hard,eh?
to be rooted
planted at the crossroads


watching the whole world 
wig out and fly in your face 
refusing to kowtow


face forward, mate
stare down the dawn
with eyes like campfires


let ' em see
let 'em know
never were men braver


Rene ~ January 2012





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  1. never were men braver? you ever seen traffic in NYC? yeah you have to be pretty brave....

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  2. ah ha! true. but this piece is a pep talk between the two subjects. It's not meant in any way as a slight against men today. who are very brave.

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    1. smiles...i hear your pep talk for sure...smiles. great to see you at poetics...

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  3. Oh my sweet Rene,how you get our imaginations working. In church today, Matthew looked up at me and asked,"Mommy, do you think my toys are talking to eachother since no one is home?" LOL Yeah, you know what he's been watching! hahaha! All in the inaginations of our minds... Lovely :)

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  4. "with eyes like campfires" -- I love this.

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  5. I do stuff like this all the time... create scenarios in the least likely of ways. The tight write, spareness, direct attack on topic make this powerful.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/01/08/lee-me-a-fantasy/

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  6. Loved Yul Byrnner..he was perfect in this film...he was cool when shaved heads were not cool...bkm

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  7. a stare down that can go forever

    days of cohan

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  8. I love this!

    Happy new year to you, Rene!

    XOXO

    Anna

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  9. Now obviously, I know who Yul is, but who is Father Duffy? (and me a Catholic!)

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  10. Neglected to say that I thought this was a pretty cool take on a difficult prompt.

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  11. Kat Fr. Duffy of the Fighting 69 is the statue to the left of Mr. Brynner

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  12. I like how your mind works. very creative conversation between the two.

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  13. nice take on the prompt....thanks for sharing your words

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  14. "eyes like campfires" what cool imagery! I like the idea of a man with eyes like campfires. :)

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  15. Love it. I can see them standing with shoulders back and eyes a blazin!

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/the-sun-came-up-again-4/

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  16. Nice write...I love-love the word kowtow, by the way...

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  17. Liked eavesdropping on that conversation ...

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  18. refusing to kowtow

    That's bravery...

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  19. Love it Rene... it has been a long time. Happy to see you are still writing and still so wonderful. Happy New Year love.

    Huggs
    JB

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  20. I think at some point Yul would have dropped his Ten Commandments line "He will hear me. For I am Egypt."

    im sure of it

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  21. I like this idea of a statue and a statuesque portrait talking to each other

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  22. nice...enjoyed the conversation...glad you were there to overhear it...smiles

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