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Bliss Weaving Splendor!

dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Lovesquigglesquinksandbeyond!

growing
in omnipotent beauty and abundance
it paints the skies
with hope
and the imaginings
of yesterdays
spilling over to tomorrows

and I am grateful for this wonderful happy life!
'..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    We know in refracted glass light waves of memory
    We know in daytime cumulai shining weaves of starlight
    We know how our touch will feel
    For we have touched in spirit, heart and mind
    And walk together in quiet streets of Cambridge and Seattle
    when strangers think us blissfully alone

    oh

    I know your splendid gift,
    your jewel of heart,
    and under cassiopeian skies
    forever
    squiggly
    we kiss.

    :)
  • i forgeti forget Posts: 281
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    We know in refracted glass light waves of memory
    We know in daytime cumulai shining weaves of starlight
    We know how our touch will feel
    For we have touched in spirit, heart and mind
    And walk together in quiet streets of Cambridge and Seattle
    when strangers think us blissfully alone

    oh

    I know your splendid gift,
    your jewel of heart,
    and under cassiopeian skies
    forever
    squiggly
    we kiss.

    :)
    Your poem brought tears to my eyes. The second most beautiful thing I've seen.
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    It's because of the beauty of the woman I'm writing about that the words come. And they're simple words, simple ideas. You couldn't contrive complex feelings and images, running on and on, for expressions of love. Not true love. Love's very easy. It's not convoluted or to be chiselled out of the psyche as some monumental testament of altruism, often to the benefit only of appeasing one's ego. Remember when Lear asks Goneril and Regan to protest their love for their father and they produce these protracted speeches, "I love you dearer than space, eyesight"..."that which the smallest square of sense possesses".... Well, Cordelia's love is gentle, simple and true. She can't affect all these grandiose tropes and conceits. And my love for my love is beautiful and true, no more nor less.

    Thank you for your kind words, dez higher. Love really is fucking lovely.

    :)
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    ...they're simple words, simple ideas. You couldn't contrive complex feelings and images, running on and on, for expressions of love. Not true love. Love's very easy. It's not convoluted or to be chiselled out of the psyche as some monumental testament of altruism, often to the benefit only of appeasing one's ego.


    Remember when Lear asks Goneril and Regan to protest their love for their father and they produce these protracted speeches, "I love you dearer than space, eyesight"..."that which the smallest square of sense possesses".... Well, Cordelia's love is gentle, simple and true. She can't affect all these grandiose tropes and conceits.


    :)


    hmmm... i don't believe TRUE love lives in a vaccum, free from complex convolutions concerning real things... I believe love that is true exists in and with such convolutions and thrives to spite new romance... i don't personally believe TRUE love is easy, either. not easy like sunday mornings... more easy like Tony Hawk on the half-pipe... he's been there... done that, knows damn well not to hang ten too long.... cowabunga baby...

    and, for those of us not in the know... who's Cordelia?



    :)



    (nice writing, btw... from both of you) :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    True love is far from ahistorical, apolitical, asocial, insular and in a vacuum: it TRANSCENDS the convolutions of life by working through them, unblocking their knots of fear and reticence and allowing freedom to share. It not an escape from the past but a channelling of one's life towards the freeflow of connection with another, and a celebration of that achieved objective: unrestrained, trusting oneness. True love is easy when the energy of love is channelled out to another and keeps flowing, keeps flowing, is reciprocated and trust is built.

    :)

    King Lear in Shakespeare's play of 1605 had three daughters, Goneril, Regan and Cordelia. An old man, vain and lacking in judgement, Lear decided to abdicate his power and divide his kingdom in three, and, in order to award good lands and chattels to his daughters, organised a love test: "Tell me, my daughters...which of you shall we say doth love us most?" Goneril and Regan came out with these complex expostulations and conceits on the nature of their love; Cordelia said she would say nothing in honour of her father. Lear, mistaking her refusal to cheapen her love by dulling it with complex speeches (ultimately only self- referential and aggrandising), banished Cordelia to France, and thus began his reversal of fortune. Cordelia and Regan took his lands between them and rendered him homeless, blinding his trusted Earl of Cornwall and throwing the country deeper into turmoil. Lear in the end realised, with his kingdom restored to him after wars that one way or another left all his daughters dead and his sanity shattered, that Cordelia's love was the truest for being the easiest and the least accommodating of other kinds of discourse. It was the realisation of true love's lack of complexity that restored him just before death to sanity and to the prospect of an all encompassing humanity.

    George Eliot in "Middlemarch" tries to convey how the web of affinities between people - true social concordance - will not permit convolutions of ego and individual past experience which impede the flow of vital energy: love must be utterly free from the tendency to convolute its path or rather turn back inwards, thinking itself a centre of illumination (in "knowing" the nature of love and society by seeing intricate correspondences between past and future, personal events) :

    An eminent philosopher among my friends, who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into the serene light of science, has shown me this pregnant little fact. Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be rubbed by a housemaid, will be minutely and multitudinously scratched in all directions; but place now against it a lighted candle as a centre of illumination, and lo! the scratches will seem to arrange themselves in a fine series of concentric circles round that little sun. It is demonstrable that the scratches are going everywhere impartially and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a concentric arrangement, its light falling with an exclusive optical selection. These things are a parable. The scratches are events, and the candle is the egoism of any person...
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    :D



    ...more to come....
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    And actually, squiggly love is the love of pragmatic idealists.

    :)
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    by far the best and deepest kind


    squiggles to all

    :D:D:D:D
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Carnival polyphonies of happysquigglysilliness bring forth the freest laughs of deepest love. And you know what Brecht said, even miserable bastard Brecht: "Nothing needs less justification than pleasure."

    :)
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Brecth is the most brilliant fugga on the planet... ;)














    squiggles
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Y'all just make me wanna :D:D:D:D !!!!!!!!!


    "and I am grateful for this wonderful happy life!"


    Ah, dyaogirl...:)


    Smilehappysunshinegirl!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Hmmmmmmm :)

    It's so easy to love dat dyaogirl! ;)

    :)
  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    Love exists in simple complexities. It exists inside, outside, around, and through permeating the vacuum and all it’s arguable states of dimensions. It exists, as the purest form of energy the universe possesses. It’s strength is greater that any exploding supernova or gravitational black hole. Its gentleness can soften the whispers of infant cries. It is choice; it is free will. Smile and love smiles back. Give with your heart and love responds. A simple choice. Enter in and love returns to you the ceaseless existence of wonder, joy, and unending possibilities.

    A letting go of the physical constructs your mind cleaves to, release yourself to love and the nature of our world springs forth from that energy enveloping us in sensual glory. And creation is laid at your feet. Understanding that all the moments of your life combine to reach the one perfect moment of realization we are part of the symphony of the universe bounded in it’s very existence by love.
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Hmmmmmmm :)

    It's so easy to love dat dyaogirl! ;)

    :)
    .….and (whew!) after dat dyaogirl expounds on her rather long-winded self-assured philosophical internal interpretation of love :)



    Only one thing she really knows..


    that to love him is completely effortless
    and as she breathes she loves
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

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