Ah, life experience.
I am coming to the end of a four month period (with a juicy five week hiatus in toronto) of fairly intense solitude. Sort of my stab at doing a "Thoreau"(no tv, no cell reception, no people, lots of internet). Not for the fucking faint of heart. I'll save the particulars for the poetry tome. (alone... seclusion... dilluuuuuusionn)
Meantime, I've gathered some other folks' meditations on the subject:
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The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.
- Pearl S. Buck
I love people. I love my family, my children . . . but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
- Pearl S. Buck
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Garfield without Garfield: genius. In addition to being an excellent depiction of the pathetic human condition, it is also rendered gorgeously with all that silence. go look at all of them.
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I would add, by way of soothing the ache, david byrne has a really nice collection of jazz on his radio right now. there's something about Monk, that makes me feel human.
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COMING SOON: My Philosophy Post! or What I Have Learned!
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