tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post182894576222275740..comments2023-12-29T17:11:59.237-04:00Comments on Desideratum ~ Art ~ Jewelry ~ Life: Perhaps a RenaissanceGwen Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-54562989086603193902008-10-29T20:59:00.000-03:002008-10-29T20:59:00.000-03:00Super glue! I tell you, they are stuck with me!......Super glue! I tell you, they are stuck with me!<BR/><BR/>... johnie darling... <BR/><BR/> hmmm.mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-74293303813883504802008-10-24T10:09:00.000-03:002008-10-24T10:09:00.000-03:00Mansuetude, I don't think anyone would be "stuck" ...Mansuetude, I don't think anyone would be "stuck" with you.. This must be a wonderful experience to share and cajole each other .. I fear i do not ever see my family very often.. I would love to sit down face to face with no thought of time... and communicate on a deeper level with them... This world coaxes them all away...<BR/><BR/>You had a fire too! you know its power... When I was almost 2 our first house burnt down too and almost took my father with it... if it wasn't for our dog, Tippy, who woke him up... my mother and I had been visiting our grandmother and when we came back... and there was no house.. dad said a Moose took it..<BR/> <BR/>we then had to live on the upper floor of a country store and all I remember about it were the many huge circus posters plastered to the outside walls... so many pictures, so many colors and animals and clowns... they distracted me..<BR/><BR/> I remember missing the old man that lived beside us .. his name was Johnie Darling... what a name huh? and he was a darling...<BR/><BR/>I don't want to have strike three and you're out!!<BR/><BR/>I love your visual description of the economic crisis... exactly! <BR/><BR/>and the sun came up with excruciating beauty... take careGwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-83976997900590706472008-10-20T19:13:00.000-03:002008-10-20T19:13:00.000-03:00Not depressing, not at all... my mother gave me w...Not depressing, not at all... my mother gave me wonderful sisters-- sitting and taking turns talking/crying/bitching is one of the great treasures of it; listening... challenging, nudging, etc... its all so natural.<BR/>My best gift in so many ways (the good and bad) ,, we are so different it forces us to stretch and "understand". (Plus, they are stuck with me!)<BR/><BR/>I think we store up <BR/>everything in the whole body somehow--not just the grey lump of cells; unless it is true we are New every seven years. But if we are new why do we age? Ask the sea, please, cause i have a suspicious feeling she doesn't age.<BR/>Why do we remember long ago and not what we did an hour ago...<BR/><BR/>i had a housefire too. i was so young and yet, it does linger in me...I went into the kitchen and it was blazing fire ... one minute sitting cozy with my father and brother watching cartoons and next out on the pavement in socks ... it was so cold. Fire men smashing everything, pouring water into it... Everything gone. <BR/><BR/>I never really asked what that did to my mother, how it changed her heart--but it gives new insight to me, to think of it again now. A fire is a wipe out...and there are many kinds of "house fires" in a life... forced rebirths which hurt...yes. yes. yes about the inconsolable aspect of THoSe...I can attest to that! <BR/><BR/>The same with that Thoreau quote, you give it a new perspective...i was thinking the lonliness of a crowd--how people are on a cog in a huge turning economy and don't often get to take the time to find what is inside them... (but now it seems tipped over a bit... in need to be re-seen. <BR/><BR/>i don't know anything... that is what comes to me more and more. discovery and wonder, always..<BR/><BR/>the economic crisis is beginning to show in some people we know, jobs and financial losses etc... the next six to 12 months should show us the real skeleton under the flesh of it ... how long has he been starved or propped up to look like he was alive... when they knew he was dying... or they took all his blood out of greed.<BR/><BR/>Now that's depressing! <BR/><BR/>the sun is about caught in the trees, still quite a bit of light, but if its dark in New England its probably already moonlight where you are... enjoy.mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-53988012007479169442008-10-19T17:28:00.000-03:002008-10-19T17:28:00.000-03:00Love the idea of a talking wallpaper.. what a clev...Love the idea of a talking wallpaper.. what a clever description! Nothing like a wallflower at the old school dances...<BR/><BR/>So true about human longing.. forever searching... I think that is only natural.. evolution ... trying to make our existence on earth better.. that is probably a good thing.. although taken to heart can make a soul suffer... but usually in time silver can be seen in the clouds.<BR/> That poem always brings me back to level & I know when I need it.. most often I find people of similar mind are scattered far... not close enough to satisfy the need of intimate conversation over a cup of tea... or to share ideas and thoughts with eye contact... humans can live very lonely lives without many people noticing...<BR/>.. words flowing are very good.. I am glad for this...<BR/><BR/>oh yes human hair can be spun .. I haven't done so but it would be like working with horse hair.. very strong...<BR/> the dog hair sweater ( incidently called "Mans Best Friend" was in a traveling Fine Craft exhibit quite a few years ago... When my house burned to the ground my sweater which had just returned from the show was in it.... as well as my sweet little dog that gave me her strands.. also our sweet cat... luckily all the children were at school... a very cold Jan. 15 even with the roaring flames..... and everything was gone... just a tall brick chimney standing up tall and straight in the midst of everything we had worked and built for 15 years, destroyed and gone.... strange that 15.. Hope is killed for a long time after such an event too.. took me 5 years to ever feel attached again... was it cleansing by fire.. turning point... nothing ever stays the same...<BR/> it rather feels like when new born babies wildly fling their arms outwards and scream madly... and take to no comfort... and everything is a blurr and words have no meaning... as foreign language... and you think you will never find anything to make you smile again.. <BR/> well that is getting depressing!!! ... never mind that... the past is over and Looking and pushing forward is all we can do..<BR/><BR/>We learn from those times and times like this uncertainty that is spreading and trickling down from the world wide economic crisis.. we will learn or we won't be able to survive ... well that is depressing too!!!<BR/><BR/>funny... things we store up in the gray matter... <BR/><BR/>Wine is good!!!Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-25377177491720345102008-10-17T16:49:00.000-03:002008-10-17T16:49:00.000-03:00this whole comment section should be hung up like ...this whole comment section should be hung up like a long talking wallpaper somehow... :) <BR/><BR/>yes, we should stay away from the plague, though a friend and i used to talk about that time, alot; asking ourselves about who was left behind, why some survive, etc... trying to imagine if they (we) could survive that now... <BR/><BR/><BR/>Love your idea that a hermit<BR/>living in those local caves would be forced out into the world by the flooding-- :) Its a perfect image! To be washed in and out of solitude, forced to rejoin the flow of the living; to share whatever happened there, twice a day... that's one way to get a bath, too! <BR/><BR/>So many people engage in living actively, but without any silence, often going about without any real connection to the fire inside --I think they do what Thoreau spoke of, "live lives of quiet desperation" maybe ... looking at busy people from the outside it is easy to think they are so active in the world... its hard to tell who is where or what. :)<BR/><BR/>There is a large link of longing in humanity, i think--that's why we run around tasting this and that, still not satisfied... desire threaded through it all... (maybe that is where greed comes in) <BR/><BR/>Meditation helps me balance that--like reading your Desideratum poem...to re center... and i am thinking that maybe all those little hints of other times, old places, those are on a line of fire our soul's purpose asks us to live on... <BR/>If we can, or dare...<BR/><BR/>(this has all made me think a lot...so i am babbling like a brook, or like the rain outside falling so slowy into the dry russet leaf stewn world...)<BR/><BR/>can you weave human hair too? makes me imagine all my soon to be white hairs be could be a big white hat... ha ha..<BR/><BR/>do you wear that sweater or .. or is it an art object(or both)? i vacuum up so much fine resource of my beagle bunny's warmth, and never valued it... never knew anything about dog hair being 7x warmer or anything ... you know good things...knowledge has many sides... to be useful in a physical way, or to just fill the head with so much info -- it makes me think about how unbalanced some of what i know is, how un-needful to really use in life...<BR/><BR/>talks here have made me think miles worth of things... <BR/>thanks, you!<BR/><BR/>--<BR/>mr beagle bunny wants to know if you have danced down the driveway, all the way down and back, going to and fro, wiggling and shaking about from your toes to your ears... singing with the moonlight. (you might need wine to achieve this) :)mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-85668673706978654772008-10-16T12:45:00.000-03:002008-10-16T12:45:00.000-03:00this is all so wonderful.i have to come back, in a...this is all so wonderful.<BR/><BR/>i have to come back, in a bit... love the day!mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-29046203657968581402008-10-15T22:11:00.000-03:002008-10-15T22:11:00.000-03:00yes that is it... an inner knowing of something po...yes that is it... an inner knowing of something possible... I think that is it...<BR/><BR/> Medieval or the Renaissance... either one.. or maybe with the Druids or the Celts... but then there was the plague.. always something.. hard to escape problems , diseases and troubles of the world.. no matter what time we live in...<BR/> Do you have a time that draws you... that lures you.. somewhere you can see...or feel... or know.. where is it... what makes you think of it...<BR/><BR/> as much as I hermit myself away.. there are times even when hermits have to get out and mingle.. <BR/> ...the only caves here fill up with water when the tide comes in.. that would never work!! No going back, I guess.. <BR/><BR/> 18 yrs. ago now that I last had my goats... feels like yesterday... Angora goats give the finest mohair and yes it is quite easy to spin as it is so strong .. never wears out.. easy to spin thick or fine..(i use an Ashford wheel, I love spinning, but haven't spun much lately) and so warm.. but not as warm as dog hair.. I used to spin my dogs hair too (more difficult to spin) a long time ago (no it doesn't smell doggy when it is rinsed in vinegar).. she was a Keeshond, and had a downy undercoat that had to be combed out .. it was so soft.. dog hair is 7 times warmer than sheeps wool.. I knit a sweater from it ... Now I know why they pant... hot dogs... have much pity on your beagle bunny when he pants from now on ..<BR/><BR/>wispy clouds are camouflaging the moon ... hope it is clear in your sky. take care.Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-42493551628397782032008-10-15T20:36:00.000-03:002008-10-15T20:36:00.000-03:00Well, you are all mind, all planning and mentally ...Well, you are all mind, all planning and mentally prepared. :) <BR/><BR/>It sounds like a strange love story, saying, "I never had a great relationship with a cow... they have lovely eyes though.... " made me smile. Its beautiful. Looking in the eyes of an animal was one of the things that came up in conversation about this, that we would possibly be vegetarian for sure, unable to slaughter... <BR/><BR/>Your goats sound wonderful, you must have lived in a storybook--did you know how to make the angora into thread, then, too? I never knew goats were so kind, friendly--or able to chew our clothes (but that sounds fair, if you take theirs) :)<BR/><BR/>When you said caves I thought stone, and it gets cold, like a reptile a stone needs to drink in the sun, to radiate... <BR/><BR/>how long since you knew your goats... its a wonderful story. Maybe you don'[t want to go back to live in a cave, maybe its the feeling of the place, of locating an inner knowing of something possible. (the transcendent)<BR/><BR/>I have places inside me, and very like movies when strangly they open up visually inside--its an emotion or a knowing i bring back from there (like a dream) and it IS real; the sense of whatever it is (something old and honorable) it knows it exists, its old, wise (as we) and it pulls me sometimes, maybe like a bird, asking to be noticed and followed... <BR/><BR/>Cold Mountain...i don't remember it hardly, but it seemed good, once... love and war... i have a bad movie memory.<BR/><BR/>I think you might like the movie, Off the Map. But I never can tell... you might like the crows better, or the moon.mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-56236965882737692842008-10-15T10:18:00.000-03:002008-10-15T10:18:00.000-03:00I have to admit, I rarely watch movies and stay aw...I have to admit, I rarely watch movies and stay away from TV, like the plague, most of the time... But I do get coaxed in every now and then, when John or Max are watching something that seems to appeal to me... (they like Zombie and horror shows fairly often... yuck!, can't do those) but once in a while they take pity on me and get something we can all enjoy...<BR/><BR/> I think I would like to see Cold Mountain... from your description and from what I read about it when I googled it... Thanks!Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-79396934724894195852008-10-14T23:50:00.000-03:002008-10-14T23:50:00.000-03:00Remember the wonderful, magical woods woman in the...Remember the wonderful, magical woods woman in the movie, <I>Cold Mountain</I>? That's what I picture. And she had her lovely goat - - - and then slit its throat. Oh! That was difficult. I don't think I'd do that with <I>my</I> goat!Morna Crites-Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14434374580665010849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-90643799932686438792008-10-14T23:32:00.000-03:002008-10-14T23:32:00.000-03:00makes me smile.. funny... I first wrote "cow" but...makes me smile.. funny... I first wrote "cow" but then I remembered how clumsy and difficult to manage, cows are... too big ... too slow and they eat too much... must conserve... I never had a great relationship with a cow... they have lovely eyes though.... <BR/><BR/> goats are so entertaining.. they make good friends... they are clean... give milk..(as long as it is fresh.. i like it) I used to have a few Alpine Milk goats in my other life... I wasn't the best milker but I could have become better if I had stuck with it... funny when someone else volunteered to do the job for me then I failed to stick with it and become proficient.... hummm, is that human nature? to take the easy way out.. is that evolution.. find the easy way? humans have so much ability if we only had the will..<BR/><BR/>now the Angora goats have the most fabulous fleece.. ahhh. so long and soft and strong.. and they need sheared twice a year as their fleece grows so fast.. so even a small goat can provide a lot of fiber... I loved my 3 Angoras.. yes they would chew my clothes... but they had such personalities... and I miss them.. they would go for walks with me in the woods just like a dog and they were so intelligent... pretty little faces... and they trusted me..<BR/><BR/>As far as a mans opinion john is always of the mind that something is up somewhere... men have warlike tendencies and thoughts...<BR/><BR/>No we aren't going back to the cave.. I thought of a small cave as one can stand with their back to the inside rock wall looking straight out knowing no one can sneak up on you... not fearful, just watchful .. I was just thinking of a peaceful place.. but if those damn men are going to raise a raucous.. we'll have to find some other spot...<BR/><BR/> I was thinking of a place to feel calm and safe...and that came to mind... i guess there is no going back... I do feel safe right here...I don't have fear here...<BR/><BR/> I am a hands on person so I naturally think in a manner of self-sufficiency where we can prove we can actually take care of ourselves and each other.....Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-51084249912470626532008-10-14T21:43:00.000-03:002008-10-14T21:43:00.000-03:00i was thinking, can people sit by the fire and say...i was thinking, can people sit by the fire and say what a lovely day it was, even With some fear? <BR/><BR/>(different levels of fear manifest, maybe, but still...) can't we still say it was a lovely day? Not that it always will be, but... <BR/><BR/>--<BR/>three men i asked this question said pretty much that there would be another tribe, throwing spears: an OTHER we would need to protect ourselves against... that is a fear(very man in the woods idea, i guess). :)<BR/><BR/>can't ask this without asking, are we going back to the cave, from here! What is the context? It brought up good talk.<BR/><BR/>--<BR/>by why a cave, is there a place, specific in time and space that you feel drawn to? <BR/><BR/>--<BR/>I so agree about the rushing, since I was little, always trying to find place to just "be" ...mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-48238832863712584982008-10-13T23:04:00.000-03:002008-10-13T23:04:00.000-03:00I have always felt I was born into the wrong centu...I have always felt I was born into the wrong century as if transported by accident many centuries ahead of really where i should have been.. even as a child, although I am not superstitious.<BR/><BR/> I think I would have preferred the cave, the goat and the berries... by a brook.. some chickens and a sheep thrown in for good measure.. give me simplicity... a bit of fire..too<BR/><BR/> ...shut out the noise... I think i would rather be with the animals...Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-43668066813143251952008-10-13T22:14:00.000-03:002008-10-13T22:14:00.000-03:00what do you think?i say we would be exhausted, no ...what do you think?<BR/><BR/>i say we would be exhausted, no bath, grumpy. :) I am laughing wildly, i mean it!!! (i just answered you about the moon over there--wherever there is)<BR/><BR/>YOu can have the goat, my first thought was, oh no NOT goats milk, but who knows... then i thought, my comforter... i like it soft, in a cave! :)<BR/><BR/>the fire sounds nice, but ... what would the language we owned consist of then and there? They say a culture is known so much by its words...<BR/><BR/>there would be other fears, would they be named? Would we scratch images on teh walls? We would sing, a language... make a myth,.. <BR/><BR/>Would we be afraid of the shadows or like a mystic, so saturated with silence we would be one with the whole thing, and alert to all of it>? Able to attract what we need or sense what was out of balance....<BR/><BR/>it would be so wonderfully silent at night! i would like that silence. <BR/><BR/>poet... or dust mite... in the cave, which will you be?<BR/><BR/>Its a great question... what i always wanted to know is who conceived of grinding wheats or rye and making a formula for bread.... how does that happen>? we are inately so smart, and grown so dull too... i could say anything on anyday, we should all answer this new, once a week for a year. It would be interesting.mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-88375933154099939822008-10-13T21:59:00.000-03:002008-10-13T21:59:00.000-03:00As of now, you are a famous poet on my blog! Go lo...As of now, you are a famous poet on my blog! Go look - right column! :-) And, you are so a poet - you are a poet even in the way you live. An artist and a poet.Morna Crites-Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14434374580665010849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-51605373710942078792008-10-13T21:56:00.000-03:002008-10-13T21:56:00.000-03:00Oh Morna, you are too kind to say that.. I have so...Oh Morna, you are too kind to say that.. I have so far to go to ever be a poet... I will never reach it in my lifetime...Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-20194018702657313542008-10-13T21:48:00.000-03:002008-10-13T21:48:00.000-03:00Gwen - what a BEAUTIFUL comment. I think I will qu...Gwen - what a BEAUTIFUL comment. I think I will quote you on my blog! You are a poet. :-)Morna Crites-Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14434374580665010849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-1823757955471161082008-10-13T21:45:00.000-03:002008-10-13T21:45:00.000-03:00if we lived in a cave far away from all, would we ...if we lived in a cave far away from all, would we be in fear.. or would we pick berries and milk our goat... and sit by our little fire and think what a lovely day this was...Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-66952419133373134432008-10-13T21:33:00.000-03:002008-10-13T21:33:00.000-03:00the language of fear...?a word can carry a whole c...the language of fear...?<BR/><BR/>a word can carry a whole civilization--"apocolypse" for instance; What world, what world view, or personal life "crashes or falls" within that word as a concept (its huge) .<BR/><BR/>fearing one word, it can build such a shadow to lean against the soul, against freedom... we all have some of them. maybe> .<BR/><BR/>STOP making me think. ;)mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-626324985296602922008-10-13T20:20:00.000-03:002008-10-13T20:20:00.000-03:00isn't that so.. about a word creating an emotional...isn't that so.. about a word creating an emotional reaction... a fear.... but only if we speak that language...Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-14062950391051188582008-10-13T16:03:00.000-03:002008-10-13T16:03:00.000-03:00i love that corrine can admit she is scared of a w...i love that corrine can admit she is scared of a word... i think it is so important-- <BR/><BR/>acorns are falling<BR/>all over Obama...<BR/>poor squirrels, we :)mansuetudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03805383049085040581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-1093378111342487322008-10-12T21:24:00.000-03:002008-10-12T21:24:00.000-03:00Ahh.... Ruth, I love how much you care!!!Ahh.... Ruth, I love how much you care!!!Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-24918607716567800152008-10-12T12:26:00.000-03:002008-10-12T12:26:00.000-03:00At last I finished Brouillet's essay in fits and s...At last I finished Brouillet's essay in fits and starts, letting my mind absorb some things before moving on to another section. I appreciate how she has covered a lot in one spot.<BR/><BR/>I was confused for a bit about the gold standard bit and Nixon, since I was pretty sure the monetary system had been disconnected from the gold standard in the '30s. But I went to wiki and saw that is was the Bretton Woods Agreement, which was similar to the previous gold standard, which Nixon eliminated.<BR/><BR/>I found the Naomi Wolf piece on Fake Patriotism, thanks. Reading that now. :|<BR/><BR/>I really need to revise some poems, but I can't seem to do anything besides read more about the state we're in and how we got here.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-3353127353133504562008-10-11T19:26:00.000-03:002008-10-11T19:26:00.000-03:00I think an apocalyptic event happens to someone, s...I think an apocalyptic event happens to someone, somewhere, every day, hour, minute, or second.........<BR/><BR/> but it is not what I wish...Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034897510911253920.post-23222742947007087572008-10-11T15:47:00.000-03:002008-10-11T15:47:00.000-03:00Trying to muster the courage to click that link. ...Trying to muster the courage to click that link. The word apocalypse scares the s#@t out of me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com