Dear friends, I speak to you across a distance, hoping – as I always do – that my words will reach you closely and in confederacy. We’re separated after all, other than at heart and by the bridge they make. I want to talk to you about this. There’s a great deal of separation now, I find. Globally harmonised to the frequencies of flowing data, we each sit alone. Communicating instantaneously, streaming, chatting, tweeting, all of our real backgrounds blurred, we can customise a thousand skins across our pixellated faces, yet the chamber we occupy is generated for our solitary preconceptions.
Yes! Thank you, for your commitment to writing some political truths that are uncomfortable, maybe dangerous, and integrating this writing in to your very real life, and for acknowledging Alison McDowell whose work is so challenging but important. And I don't want you to apologise for not writing more, because your real life is so grounded and can only benefit us more when you do get fingertips to keyboard. Love to you and yours from this separation, through this connection of heart and mind. Your writing nourishes me, and stretches my heart, and eases my soul.
I read it all, and I was most pressed to see what was making the tonsil so large. I have seen it be cancer in a friend who later died from it.
This resonated best:
The society that I had known had parted from me without resistance. I stood outside arts venues and gazed at the posters that advertised performances accessible only with a government code. I listened to fellow artists tell me that they had acquiesced to the injections because they just wanted it all to end. I watched my closest friends place gingham cotton across their faces and nod at a distance of six foot from me. And I nurtured the garden that I might need so that I could feed myself and my child.
You are engaging the mystery as a complete human. Don't heed people who are afraid to do this.
The cognitive dissonance you cultivate in them is something they should have, even if they wannt to hide from it. You will have offered it, presented it gently, not as an affront.
So eloquently and thoughtfully done. Alison McDowell has been pulling apart the obfuscation for years, like Rosa Koire (RIP) before her. Your writing is wonderful. Your daughter is blessed to have a father like you.
I knew a fellow who felt an obligation to tell me how meaningful the shapes of the letters of Engish are, and the sounds, all intentional in some way. The example I remember is how the letter B looks like both boobs and buttocks. I could not deny it, and time has only deepened my belief he is right. With regards to the swearing, I think you have made a fair trade of it in the deal you struck. Just think, so many houses do not have a paper dictionary, and they are such fun to look through, I have even played the dictionary game of picking a random word. I find they are often very telling or significant, and do not usually seem random at all.
What is wrong with me? As always, I read your beautiful, uniquely descriptive. Intelligent and grounded words and my eyes tear up. You have such a gift!
Thangz are heating up at the moment - which is not productive to a freehold.
But that is the point ain`t it? Vice versa?
I am looking forward to a time, when I can partake in Your wisdom.
Time. The quickening...and such. Meantime - I understand, if I do not eat...🙄
Yeah. I have dogs. They are of use to me. But not in the sense of meat, ya know.
I am greatfull in advance to read about your life with livestock.
I have participated in the process of ending of life many, many times. Goats, sheep, pigs, but none of my stock. Which I do not have...so another hurdle. Anyhoo - I am rumbling.
Yes! Thank you, for your commitment to writing some political truths that are uncomfortable, maybe dangerous, and integrating this writing in to your very real life, and for acknowledging Alison McDowell whose work is so challenging but important. And I don't want you to apologise for not writing more, because your real life is so grounded and can only benefit us more when you do get fingertips to keyboard. Love to you and yours from this separation, through this connection of heart and mind. Your writing nourishes me, and stretches my heart, and eases my soul.
Thank you Raven - those are beautiful words.
Beautiful. Has enriched my day, thank you 🌹
I read it all, and I was most pressed to see what was making the tonsil so large. I have seen it be cancer in a friend who later died from it.
This resonated best:
The society that I had known had parted from me without resistance. I stood outside arts venues and gazed at the posters that advertised performances accessible only with a government code. I listened to fellow artists tell me that they had acquiesced to the injections because they just wanted it all to end. I watched my closest friends place gingham cotton across their faces and nod at a distance of six foot from me. And I nurtured the garden that I might need so that I could feed myself and my child.
You are engaging the mystery as a complete human. Don't heed people who are afraid to do this.
The cognitive dissonance you cultivate in them is something they should have, even if they wannt to hide from it. You will have offered it, presented it gently, not as an affront.
So eloquently and thoughtfully done. Alison McDowell has been pulling apart the obfuscation for years, like Rosa Koire (RIP) before her. Your writing is wonderful. Your daughter is blessed to have a father like you.
Thank you for the pleasure, no denying your love for words and language, your writing is nourishing as well as beautiful. So glad it came my way.
Thank you so much, Marta - what a lovely thing to say.
:)
I knew a fellow who felt an obligation to tell me how meaningful the shapes of the letters of Engish are, and the sounds, all intentional in some way. The example I remember is how the letter B looks like both boobs and buttocks. I could not deny it, and time has only deepened my belief he is right. With regards to the swearing, I think you have made a fair trade of it in the deal you struck. Just think, so many houses do not have a paper dictionary, and they are such fun to look through, I have even played the dictionary game of picking a random word. I find they are often very telling or significant, and do not usually seem random at all.
What is wrong with me? As always, I read your beautiful, uniquely descriptive. Intelligent and grounded words and my eyes tear up. You have such a gift!
Thank you, Steve - so much.
haha, what's right with you
Finally! A blog worth reading!
Hopefully, with some alcohol involved, I`am looking forward to being entertained and educated.
Straight from Slavsquat`s.
May You, Yours and the goats prosper in health.
Why thank you! Very nice to meet you!
:)
Yaaah....about that...I carry heavy luggage...
I shall try to bhave...😉
Thangz are heating up at the moment - which is not productive to a freehold.
But that is the point ain`t it? Vice versa?
I am looking forward to a time, when I can partake in Your wisdom.
Time. The quickening...and such. Meantime - I understand, if I do not eat...🙄
Yeah. I have dogs. They are of use to me. But not in the sense of meat, ya know.
I am greatfull in advance to read about your life with livestock.
I have participated in the process of ending of life many, many times. Goats, sheep, pigs, but none of my stock. Which I do not have...so another hurdle. Anyhoo - I am rumbling.
Thanx.
Wonderful, thank you