659660 thirty three public displays of nostalgia

Jul 20, 2015 08:33

    May I go back to telling you all about this small life, or has th Internet circus train left that station? I'm going around turning all th television sets off a minute before credits roll in an attempt to commit th world's first suicide by suspense. I cancelled my afternoon appointment so I could hallucinate to my cold medicine in private. I'm ( Read more... )

god, dreaming, work, american football, meaning of it all, friendship, rock, blackness, poems, science, family, politics, death, romance, suicide

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andrewjvb July 25 2015, 21:31:50 UTC
We should never fight nostalgia, but we always do, even if it's a long, drawn-out battle. Will there ever be a time when the garden of nostalgia is allowed to simply flourish without somebody looking over your shoulder?

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re nostalge lostcosmonaut July 26 2015, 12:33:14 UTC
nostalgia as a feeling is as unavoidable as any other feeling and ought to be respected as such -- felt, appreciated, accounted for. Whether and to what extent it ought to be indulged is th question w/ which we negotiate; again, our attitudes toward other feelings might serve as a map -- do we indulge our anger willy-nilly ? How bout fear. How bout lust, hate, elation, jealousy, protectiveness, self-preservation, or disgust

Do we give love a pass, or is it possible to go overboard

In other words, how much to tend th garden, how much to let it grow wild


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piedpiper September 11 2015, 09:27:42 UTC
i know we're incommunicado, but this passage was it:

I love you, Philadelphia. I love y'all for accepting me and letting me be me, letting me make my mistakes, letting me be human, letting me learn from 'em, just embracing me and making this my home forever."

He was smizeless. What's home, anyhow? It's New Orleans. It's th bar where everybody knows yr name. It's th house you grew up in. It's where everybody judged you aeons ago; where you're taken for granted. It's where you're a bored child. It's th location that makes escape inevitable. It's where you escape to. It's where you're skinny in th past and fat in th future. Wherever yr porch is, you sit there and sip, sweet tea in one hand, mojito in th other, and say hi to neighbours from it. Yr dad sits w/ you and spells out truths that haven't aged a day. How men behave. How women behave. How space aliens and robots behave. Yr son sits w/ you and listens and challenges you. When it's yr time, you crawl under that same porch.

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all pull together lostcosmonaut October 4 2015, 19:17:37 UTC
thks Pipes

and do enjoy this classic/masterpiece --

https://youtu.be/AlwA5GLBmJM

--mza.

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