[ July 13, 2006, 04:14 AM: Message edited by: firebird ]
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
Nice.
Posted by Dan_raven (Member # 3383) on :
I would answer your questions...
but then I'd have to kill you...
and nobody wants that.
Well, I don't really know you well enough to know if that were true. I mean there might be someone out there who would want that. Not me. Well, not you in particular, but, I mean I have these steak knives, a chain gun, and 42 ounces of unused plutonium.
Not that I'd ever use that.
I mean its not you. Its me.
Although that is not to be construed as an admission of guilt or anything.
I was no where near the body when it was discovered.
Um....
On advice of my attorney, I'll leave this thread now.
Posted by Tatiana (Member # 6776) on :
Interesting sentiments. Bad poetry is really a dealbreaker, though, isn't it? Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
quote:I want to know what you ache for
I don't particularly ache for anything. I'm content with what I have.
quote:I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.
I'd prefer not looking like a fool, but I suppose if I had to, I could.
quote:I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I guess I'm going to have to go with "none of the above."
quote:I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
No. I am definitely motivated to alleviate pain when I encounter it.
quote:I want to know ifyou can dance with wildness.
I'm not all that great of a dancer. I can do the "Cotton-Eyed Joe", but I don't think that counts as "wildness."
quote:I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.
Yeah.
quote:I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day.
One of my specialties, actually.
quote:I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”
I'm not the shouting at the moon type.
quote:I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
Yes, I can, and do.
quote:I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
Center of the fire? No, you're alone on that one.
quote:I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Yeah, I can.
Anything else you want to know?
Posted by firebird (Member # 1971) on :
I read this text at a funeral recently. I say text because in her book it is just text rather than a poem, and as text I do believe it works better. (Spot on Tatiana)
Kath was my sisters nurse for over 15 years, since we moved back from Belgium. My sister is severely mentally and physically disabled. Kath was riddled with cancer and blind when she dies, in fact she was blind when she first joined us to look after my sister! Just goes to show what can be achieved when the mind is willing.
I had searched and searched for something to read from my sister for Kath. It was hard. So many fuenral texts deal are philosophical, religious, abstract. My sister is physically 4, mentally 2 and emotionally 15. I felt I needed to read something that connected with people emotionally. And I can also imagine Kath saying it.
I don't care how clever you think you are, can you be kind and generous, even when your tired?
I don't care how much money you earn, will you come and get down on your knees and clean the floor with me?
When I read the paragraph about being weary and bruised, I particularly think of Kath and everything she has done for my sister, my family, me while also being there from her familly and her friends. She was the type of person who you would compliment for some generosity and you could see her think 'I needed to be done.'
I'll miss her.
Can you be alone with yourself?
Can you?
Have you wandered yet?
I am rarely alone. If I'm home I have the TV or music, or a book or the internet. Mostly I'm out. Sometimes, when I am alone, I don't like it, I feel lost, missing, disconnected.
Which brings me back to where this text starts. What is it you ache for? Perhaps contentment comes from fullfilling your aches. Perhaps, knowing that you are fullfilling your aches allows you to be alone with yourself. But what do we ache for? Riches? Admiration? Fame? Love? Those sound hollow but many people strive for exactly those things.
Art? Familly? Community? Those sound more fullfilling, more meaningful, more rooted in what it is to be human. Bringing something into being that did not exist before and that will resonate through people's lives. As humans we have a huge creative spirit, for myself I know that when I not creating (dancing) something I do feel less than alive.
I ache to create a family. I've never had one. I've lived with my parents and siblings, but we were never a family just a collection of individuals in the same house.
Can you sit with pain? I caught myself reading the end of Love Story (Love is never having to say you're sorry), wanting to ball my eyes out but desperately holding my tears in. I was alone, in my bed. Who was I trying to not cry for? Ridiculous. So I let myself sob and sob ... it was truely wonderful.
What can be said to a Mother who had lost her only daughter in a car crash aged 21?
She's gone to a good place? - But I want her here.
God must have some design? - well then he is just plain mean.
I'm sorry? - What are you sorry for?
But perhaps I can just sit with her so that when she feels it is all too much to bear, at least she is not alone, and at least she is loved. But it will be hard. I will feel complelled to say some kind of pleasantly, or try to fix it. How could I ever fix losing a daughter. Why would I fade it? The dead should be mourned.
Can I be the fool? Or do I have to take myself seriously.
Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak.
That really is why we love him, fictional though he may be, so much.
I think I can be the fool. Goodnight, and good hunting!
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
Just so you know...
If that's a copyrighted work, you should remove all but 4 lines of it and leave the link.
And cite the author to give credit.
At first, I thought you'd written the thing.
Posted by firebird (Member # 1971) on :
I left the link at the bottom to the authors site and her name is implicit in the site name so I'd have though it should be clear from that. No?
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
Well, if I'd recognized that as a name of a person, maybe. It sounds like someone's new-agey name for a web space, not a person's actual (or assumed) name, so, actually, the way I might've done it would be
Oh, and seriously, OSC asks that we avoid putting up long bits of copyrighted material on his site. It could cause trouble.
I think we're allowed two lines from song lyrics for example.
Posted by Papa Janitor (Member # 7795) on :
From the user agreement:
quote:You agree not to post any copyrighted material unless the copyright is owned by you or by this BB.
Four lines would seem adequate and should fall under fair use, and the link affords the opportunity for those who wish to read it all. Please edit it down, firebird. Thanks.
--PJ
Posted by JennaDean (Member # 8816) on :
quote:Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak.
That really is why we love him, fictional though he may be, so much.
Yes, exactly.
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
Thx
Posted by firebird (Member # 1971) on :
Pleasure Bob, anything to get that cute waving Graemlin! xx
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