tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2199205905935393822.post7901746693697337732..comments2023-10-08T08:19:33.457-07:00Comments on To Kiss A Mezuzah: Articulation and FlingingSusan Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00840373234747823781noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2199205905935393822.post-83224257481925409692009-12-11T09:10:03.458-08:002009-12-11T09:10:03.458-08:00Hit up the web site. It's called "Arrows...Hit up the web site. It's called "Arrows Fly".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2199205905935393822.post-82328384837768495402009-12-10T08:44:18.103-08:002009-12-10T08:44:18.103-08:00Fred, I'll look forward to hearing that song. ...Fred, I'll look forward to hearing that song. May the flinging continue.Susan Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00840373234747823781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2199205905935393822.post-14814012511893842292009-12-09T23:07:11.684-08:002009-12-09T23:07:11.684-08:00I love this idea. It's true that you may neve...I love this idea. It's true that you may never know exactly what happens to what was flung, but you know something must. Or else you'd stop flinging. It's an exercise in the possible. It's only because you imagine something good coming of it, that something does.<br /><br />I'm glad you reminded me of Merle Feld. This idea became the topic of a song, although we did not remember at the time where it came from. Flung by her, fell on us. There you go.<br /><br />-fredAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com