considerate
Livejournal starves away here in Oblivion, but it's all right. Just because there's something to be said doesn't mean it has to be recorded. Before the advent of writing all human knowledge was stored in memory and died with the mind of the knower . . . unless it was shared and passed on. With literacy comes the loss of the urgency of sharing, disappearing oral traditions, distance between the teller and listener. Illiteracy, mortal sin as it is now, frees the eyes to see the scenery, the action, movement-- pens them in the provinces of individual experience. We used to be people of action instead of word.
I can't remember a time when I couldn't read. It must be like watching foreign films without subtitles. I can't say I'd like to return culture to a time without education, but maybe we lose sight sometimes of the worthiness of older virtues.
I wonder also if i'll ever be able to construct sentences quite so convoluted in any other language.
Of all the many things that have happened recently, most are still rattling around my head and knocking inadvertently against my superego now and again. It is one of those full times when there is never nothing to think about, and this blessing has been numbered, checked, and ticked off the manifest. A good long sorting-out is in order, but I know when that chance finally comes I'll be happy with what I find. I'm finding things better than expected already and looking like that long slow uphill trudge is just taking us closer to the sky.
I want to write about single things, incidents, thoughts, events, but the thought of a long day stretching ahead already is sending me running toward Bedfordshire. Free-association is faster:
snakes music walks clocktower 2:10 germany eunuchs romance dancing and spanish guitar
beauty of friendship, complication of connexion. reading the psychology of near-strangers in detached and possibly accurate fashion. warmth. airconditioning. companionship/guilt, sleepiness, good ways to fall asleep and a pervasive feeling of being protected somehow without really being able to spot the mechanisms. loneliness, holding back loneliness at the gates or having it done for me. ugly dresses. unrecognisabe selves in the mirror, fear, shadows in the dark. stories. dark eyes. glares. crocodile tears. underwear daredevils and laughter. politics, politeness, outmanuevred manipulation, being looked out for and looking out for others. advice, pacing, poker and dawn. climbing over spearheaded gates, mind and body. mind and body dichotomy/singularity. three dimensions of life; four; five. wearing myself out of maudlin navelgazing and thinking it's my own idea. accents. greek letters. jealousy.
a dark hard river that i can never cross permanently. styx. i watched from its banks.
a "wandering star" is a name for a planet, a heavenly body not content to stay traversing its stately path. inconstancy. complicated dances of the constellate lights.
i'm going to sleep now. but not before i say that i am joyful in the thought of "friend." it is a light in dark places.
I can't remember a time when I couldn't read. It must be like watching foreign films without subtitles. I can't say I'd like to return culture to a time without education, but maybe we lose sight sometimes of the worthiness of older virtues.
I wonder also if i'll ever be able to construct sentences quite so convoluted in any other language.
Of all the many things that have happened recently, most are still rattling around my head and knocking inadvertently against my superego now and again. It is one of those full times when there is never nothing to think about, and this blessing has been numbered, checked, and ticked off the manifest. A good long sorting-out is in order, but I know when that chance finally comes I'll be happy with what I find. I'm finding things better than expected already and looking like that long slow uphill trudge is just taking us closer to the sky.
I want to write about single things, incidents, thoughts, events, but the thought of a long day stretching ahead already is sending me running toward Bedfordshire. Free-association is faster:
snakes music walks clocktower 2:10 germany eunuchs romance dancing and spanish guitar
beauty of friendship, complication of connexion. reading the psychology of near-strangers in detached and possibly accurate fashion. warmth. airconditioning. companionship/guilt, sleepiness, good ways to fall asleep and a pervasive feeling of being protected somehow without really being able to spot the mechanisms. loneliness, holding back loneliness at the gates or having it done for me. ugly dresses. unrecognisabe selves in the mirror, fear, shadows in the dark. stories. dark eyes. glares. crocodile tears. underwear daredevils and laughter. politics, politeness, outmanuevred manipulation, being looked out for and looking out for others. advice, pacing, poker and dawn. climbing over spearheaded gates, mind and body. mind and body dichotomy/singularity. three dimensions of life; four; five. wearing myself out of maudlin navelgazing and thinking it's my own idea. accents. greek letters. jealousy.
a dark hard river that i can never cross permanently. styx. i watched from its banks.
a "wandering star" is a name for a planet, a heavenly body not content to stay traversing its stately path. inconstancy. complicated dances of the constellate lights.
i'm going to sleep now. but not before i say that i am joyful in the thought of "friend." it is a light in dark places.