Am I O.K., Jack? Comments

The toilet went whoosh... Aft'wards the man gruntned, aft, he pushed. There was a sound, that went splash... What was eaten too much, was corned beef and hash. Did you hear, the porcelin toilet crack? ... Was it caused from an over filling attack? Did ye dropp a brick? ... Did it break, instead of stick? Oh well, can you tell? ... How much fatter, had I to swell. Great write and God bless them all-MJG.

A nice piece. 10 for it.

There are messages out there everywhere, and inside too, from every point of the internal universe. You seemed to be attuned to them. Perhaps the language you're listening to isn't burdened with words. Thought provoking poem Mr Babbin which was a genuine pleasure to read.

I like this poem. It has a roundness to it.

very interesting write here. I haven't figured out if it's metaphorical or if your actually deaf...either way there is alot to digest..is the little man representative of your imagination. And why words specifically? Great write, excellent 10/10

Fred: Wasn't there a line in Dr. Strangelove: Are you OK, Jack? Oh, well, never mind. You do point to a dilemma, though: do we continue to listen for the words or do we simply allow ourselves to be entertained by the melody and leave it at that? Or do we go out to Barnes and Noble to try to find a good English-Refrigerator translation dictionary? Many thanks, G

Fred, I fully relate to the experience you've so beautifully and rhythmically described here. I also hear these voices - the fridge in particular sings - and occasionally, when under a lot of stress or very tired, I hear the words, or snatches of them. It doesn't worry me and I know that you and I are all right, Jack. This is an original and elegantly simply piece of work that opens up an anxiety in a safe and creative way.

I enjoyed this whimsical but half serious little poem. It is true that domestic appliances make noises which we interpret as communication. ometimes they are clearer in what they mean than fellow humans