Regarding Proust and new eyesex_revolutem972August 27 2006, 00:28:29 UTC
a father's eyes often see beauty where others don't.
You know, I've been walking around today thinking about that.
Beauty.
You know, the only times I ever see beauty, it's intertwined with something nasty, something with teeth. Ah, here's an anceint rainforest. Kill you in about a million different ways. There's a mountaintop. Lose your soul up there, never come back down. Here's a throng of beautifully insane, doomed little girls. I've left a pound of flesh and a gallon of blood at each of their doorsteps. Here's an obscure poet, forgotten in commercial jingle. Dark street hides the rapist; the hardest deprivations, abuses forge the brightest, gentlest hearts in a hundred poor neighborhoods.
However: A father's eyes see beauty where others don't. Perhaps I might suggest to you why they don't; they like it outlined and handed to them, in a textbook, vetted of sharp edges and hazards, rather than raw. This true bond, your business, a real bond, father and daughter's face reproduced in twin smiles, that can't be
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Re: Regarding Proust and new eyesmauvais_genreSeptember 22 2006, 07:49:28 UTC
Hi. Sorry to have taken so long to respond. I've been away from LJ as you've probably noticed.
I never quite know what to say to your comments or your posts. I enjoy reading what you write, enjoy your insight, especially enjoy your language.
Thank you for recognizing the bond between me and my daughter. I can't put it into words either. It is real though, a lived thing, an art of love she and I easily share.
Thank you again for the compliment and for paying homage. I am fortunate; I hope to never forget that.
Wishing you more visions of beauty without teeth. (Something about that, about beauty with teeth, reminds me of Bataille--interesting read if you haven't read him.)
Yes, she pretends to be rain, mulch, a ball, and so on. Sometimes she'll even pretend to be part of something. Now she is pretending one thing is another and extending that to analogy. When I have more time, I hope to post about an incident in the bathtub where she played like the water was the park, and she said goodbye to all the objects in the park as she let them down the drain.
Hope you are doing well.
Next week I hope to have pics of our new daughter. She should come into the world Wed.
Epicene! Remove that word! That is the face of a wondrous and wonder-full, bright-eyed, beautiful baby girl!
epicene. I don't know what the abbreviated key-strokes are for demonstrating that I am rolling my eyes, but I am! You nut.
When my little ones were babies, I could have them dressed in pink, pushing them around in a pink stroller and some dingbat would still ask--is "it" a boy or girl!
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a father's eyes often see beauty where others don't.
You know, I've been walking around today thinking about that.
Beauty.
You know, the only times I ever see beauty, it's intertwined with something nasty, something with teeth. Ah, here's an anceint rainforest. Kill you in about a million different ways. There's a mountaintop. Lose your soul up there, never come back down. Here's a throng of beautifully insane, doomed little girls. I've left a pound of flesh and a gallon of blood at each of their doorsteps. Here's an obscure poet, forgotten in commercial jingle. Dark street hides the rapist; the hardest deprivations, abuses forge the brightest, gentlest hearts in a hundred poor neighborhoods.
However: A father's eyes see beauty where others don't. Perhaps I might suggest to you why they don't; they like it outlined and handed to them, in a textbook, vetted of sharp edges and hazards, rather than raw. This true bond, your business, a real bond, father and daughter's face reproduced in twin smiles, that can't be ( ... )
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I never quite know what to say to your comments or your posts. I enjoy reading what you write, enjoy your insight, especially enjoy your language.
Thank you for recognizing the bond between me and my daughter. I can't put it into words either. It is real though, a lived thing, an art of love she and I easily share.
Thank you again for the compliment and for paying homage. I am fortunate; I hope to never forget that.
Wishing you more visions of beauty without teeth. (Something about that, about beauty with teeth, reminds me of Bataille--interesting read if you haven't read him.)
Wishing you well, MG
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Yes, she pretends to be rain, mulch, a ball, and so on. Sometimes she'll even pretend to be part of something. Now she is pretending one thing is another and extending that to analogy. When I have more time, I hope to post about an incident in the bathtub where she played like the water was the park, and she said goodbye to all the objects in the park as she let them down the drain.
Hope you are doing well.
Next week I hope to have pics of our new daughter. She should come into the world Wed.
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That's so cool. And adorable.
Oh wow, that's great. :D
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epicene. I don't know what the abbreviated key-strokes are for demonstrating that I am rolling my eyes, but I am! You nut.
When my little ones were babies, I could have them dressed in pink, pushing them around in a pink stroller and some dingbat would still ask--is "it" a boy or girl!
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