Please, I know this is somewhat intrusive, but would you be willing to tell me just a little about your kid-hood and why the lack of reading? I would be very grateful. On Sun, Nov 2, 2008 at 2:30 PM, Veronica Caley <molleo1@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote: > <That's not to say literature is useless, it has a place, and I like > literature. It's just not particularly useful, that's all.> > > I find literature very useful. It helps shed light on lives I can't live > because I can only live my own. It teaches what life was like in other > times and places. It teaches that some behaviors are not acceptable because > it is bad for society and for oneself. > > Sometimes people ask me who my favorite teacher was. > I always say that they are the ones who taught me to read, which in my case > were several, in as much as at ten years old I couldn't read in any > language. I grieve over the fact that I don't remember any of their names. > I had no idea what treasure they were imparting. > > Veronica > > ----- Original Message ----- > *From:* Andy <mimi.erva@xxxxxxxxx> > *To:* lit-ideas <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> > *Sent:* Saturday, November 01, 2008 7:26 AM > *Subject:* [lit-ideas] Re: one of Exit Ghost's political points > > > --- On *Sat, 11/1/08, Mike Geary <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>* wrote: > > >>Disillusionment is just divesting one's self of illusions. > > Mike: Well, yes, by definition, I guess. > > > Andy: I'll take definition. I think you came to bury Cesar by > underhandedly praising him with the slur of 'maturity', some horrible, > undefined condition which presumably allows one to see reality as opposed to > this wondrous place called illusion. > > > >>Illusions in my opinion are built on sadness and anger. > > Mike: Really? I'd say they're mostly built on beliefs that have little or > no relationship to reality. What the hell reality is, I have no idea. But > if something doesn't work, it's probably not anchored in reality. That's a > transcendental truth, just ask Walter. > > > Andy: The underlying question being, why would one develop beliefs that > have little or no relationship to reality unless reality were the condition > one were escaping? One does not escape good feelings. As far as what is > reality, reality is that boring place where people see the world, > themselves and each other for what they are instead of what they > want everything to be. Unfortunately, most, an awful lot anyway, don't know > what they themselves are let alone what somebody else is. I kind of compare > it to illegal immigrants coming to this country to make a better life. Why > not just stay where you are and make a better life? The analogy isn't > perfect because that's a political thing, but you get the idea. Or you > probably don't, so just take my word for it. Also, the world is not > working. Look around you. It's not working, so admittedly it's not > anchored in reality. > > > >>Maturity in my opinion is the unencumbered but appropriate flow of > emotions. > > Mike: I really and truly don't know what this means. > > Andy: Well, as an example, instead of spouting racism or sexism or ageism > or whatever, if people would look at what they don't like in themselves and > accept it (not necessarily fix it, just accept it and say it's okay), they > would most likely feel the feelings that drove the need to project their > badness onto someone else and the resulting need to hate their badness that > they see in others. Ultimately hate is just fossilized anger, anger that's > entombed, not flowing. By feeling the feelings as the energy in motion, or > e-motion, or emotion, that they are, without hurting anybody or anything, > the energy would flow and just go away and the need to suppress or > convert it would go away. The problem is that stuff is out of awareness, > which is to say, unconscious. If you can't see or feel something, it > doesn't exist, right? So the problem is with the other guy, right? And > here we are, never ending war, greed, and on and on. > > > >>As far as seeing humanity for what it is, well, humanity is what it is. > You tell me what it is, Mike. > > Mike; That's what novelists do. That's what Bellows does. That's what > I'm trying to do even better than Bellows. Humanity is whatever humans > want, need, love, suffer, crave, think, believe, feel, do, etc. > > > Andy: Humanity is what it does, and humanity is not doing much that's > positive, and never has, unless you think never ending war and greed and > needing another planet in 20 years to sustain itself due to greed is > particularly positive. And novelists are the *last* people in my opinion to > know anything. They're just more blind people describing the same elephant, > only they put their impressions down on paper for others to admire. Sounds > a bit harsh but it's true. In all the years I read literature I learned > nothing particularly useful. That's not to say literature is useless, it > has a place, and I like literature. It's just not particularly useful, > that's all. > > > > >>I can't think of an author that I particularly like. > > Mike: That's very sad. > > Andy: Maybe. But on the other hand, reality is sooo much more > interesting. I mean, the financial catastrophe which who knows where it's > going, peak oil, climate change, the something like 50% of the world's opium > supply that went missing who knows why and on and on. I don't get > distressed by any of it because, unlike everyone else, I know I'm not going > to live forever so what will be will be. I'l just watch and follow it and > see what, if anything, happens. > > > >>No doubt you came to praise Cesar, not to bury him... > > Mike: Huh? > > Andy: Or in the immortal words of Saul Bellows, that evil twin of Saul > Bellow, get out. > > > > Mike: My point was that I find Bellows just as interesting as when I first > read him, actually much more so, > > > Andy: Ah, but if you read Saul Bellow, you'd see my point. > > For Eric. Eric, comere (or as Sal Bellows would say, come here). Let me > give you a hug. Squirt goes the flower in the lapel, all over Eric! Ha > ha! Gotcha! Oh that was so much fun. Let's do it again. Comere Eric... > > > > > > > > -- Julie Krueger