George,
Correction: Got my daughters mixed up. If you were born in 1953, you
are three years older than my oldest daughter. I was born in 1934 and
wrote my previous note after coming back from renewing my drivers
license -- thoroughly rattled. I showed up at the DMV at 08:00 this
morning, was standing in a line for 45 minutes, given a number and sat
on a hard seat for who knows how long amidst overly heated people and
their children, becoming numb, doing mental gymnastics, missed my number
being called, had to wait for a few more people, confronted by a push
button testing machine which didn't work very well and three hours and
forty-five minutes after I walked in handed my temporary license and
told I should receive my new one in 8 days. I drove home, thankfully
without mishap but then accidentally let my happy-to-see-me dogs out
the garage door. They were so excited only one came back when I called,
my Rhodesian Ridgeback, Ben. Telling Ben I wasn't up for this, I closed
him in the house, got the leashes for Jessica and Duffy and went out the
front thinking my other two, Jessica and Duffy, must be 2 or 3 block
away by then, but, they were out in the front yard waiting for me, and,
seeing the leashes were convinced I was about to take them for a walk.
I used the leashes to trick them back into the house, still thoroughly
rattled and toying with the idea of not going back for another renewal,
my next one will be scheduled for 2021, and have everything I need sent
to me by Amazon.com. But that won't work because I need to drive to
the trail heads where I take my dogs hiking. Figuring out some way to
just die also occurred to me.
Lawrence, feeling neither poetic nor philosophical at the moment
On 10/9/2017 1:09 PM, Lawrence Helm wrote:
George,
I was tempted after reading your first note to say, "welcome," but being befuddled by not carefully reading all the to and fro of the Philosophical men here in Lit Ideas, I feared I may have missed your earlier note. In any case I appreciate your presence and your comments.
As to what I might feel about women (plural) going to and fro, I had to stop and think, and, being influenced by local philosophers I'm not sure I would feel comfortable generalizing. I'm a feminist in the sense of wanting women to have equal rights an all things not gender specific. But I am subject to (or at least was once subject to) gender-specific feelings that initially attracted me to one woman and kept on doing so.
High school diploma in 1970? That makes you one year younger than my youngest daughter. :-) She is very bright and we have the occasional philosophical discussion. She too stopped her formal education with a High School diploma -- if that is what you are saying.
Lawrence
On 10/9/2017 11:32 AM, vidanovic@xxxxxxxxx wrote:
My name is George in English, and I am acutely aware of how you feel about women going to and fro. Sorry for not making myself clear about that. My whole point was to refer to the tedious boredom that some people create when they talk about someone and dispute some minor or even trite contentions already analyzed in philosophy. Once again, sorry for my obscure metaphorical framework, I was not clear enough, dear Helm. (George Vidanovich, name and surname in my High School diploma from somewhere in IN, USA, back in 1970).
Warm regards
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Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Dog-eared dreaming
From: Lawrence Helm
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
CC:
Vidanovic
It isn’t that I wouldn’t like women around talking of
Michelangelo, it is that sometimes some old men outlive their
women and have to go on talking and thinking about other things –
if they can.
Lawrence
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*Subject:* [lit-ideas] Re: Dog-eared dreaming
Lawrence, thanks again for your deeply felt and well-worded
verses. In this particular context, this was another Prufrock for
me, because women here just come and go talking of Michelangelo...
Sent from my Huawei Mobile
-------- Original Message --------
Subject: [lit-ideas] Dog-eared dreaming
From: Lawrence Helm
To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx <mailto:lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
CC:
A number of men sat
‘Round the table discussing,
Words. I heard “philosophy”
Mentioned, but I mostly
Heard music that only
Occasionally let me feel
Words. Words that could
Sing. There were times I
Reached or stepped with
Something that ached; so
I stopped rather than moved
On listening to what I
Heard. The men seemed to
Speak of conditional relations
Overriding what might otherwise
Have been said, if it was said long
Ago or in another context.
I watched through a mist of music
The rising and fall of it all, the
Imputation of sadness
And inevitable loss.
I rolled over and the ringing
In my ears increased. I checked
The time. I’d slept too long
And it drowned out the nuance,
And signification, the bandied
Words. The boy on the Ferris
Wheel saw it all and wept.
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