Photo: Melba LevickBridges everywhere. In the news, over water, across gaps of all kinds. I find them inviting, especially traveling on foot.
posted by jm at 10:04 PM
Sunday, August 12, 2007
About Me
- Name: jm
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
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10 Comments:
Thank you for this new image and idea, JM. I've needed one. There are too many "things" around me that have been "rounded by memory" and so, that wonderful image (and feeling) eventually found me stuck, surrounded. (Yes, a play on the word "round" in "surrounded.")
So, what to do. Voila! A new image from JM. To travel across the bridge on foot.
Now, there was a time when I carried all my possessions on my back, quite literally, back in the days when I hitched across the US.
I am so far from those days now!
You know, kj, I was thinking.
I once read a piece of yours at the Democratic Daily that was excellent. I remember it to this day. About the war. Moving and factual. For some reason, the personal babble doesn't show off how good your writing skills are and I long for those after that article. I like talent. A lot, in this mediocre world.
Thank you, JM. Your comment means a lot, and it came, of course! at just the right time.
I miss my writing, too. No sense complaining about my life and the seemingly never-ending chaos of packing up a household, moving to yet another city, and finding yet another job (collective, matrix), because it just is what it is. I think if nothing else, I have a reached a place of detachment I didn't think I'd ever experience. So, I'm grateful for the detachment, very. It's helping me decide what to take with us as we downsize, what to store, and what to give away. I've also spent a good portion of time on designing our rooms on paper, so I know how to organize what I pack.
It's just me here doing this, too. Me and the cat.
Yesterday I wondered if I would ever write again, if I was silly to think I could ever get back to my own work. Later, I was astonished that I'd even think that, you know? But there was a grain of truth there, another decision, was writing just one more thing to pack away? (As I've done with all my paints and brushes, sigh.)
So thank you for the comment. Thank you for reminding me about my passion. I'm reading "The Punishment of Virtue: Inside Afghanistan After The Taliban" by Sarah Chayes. It is excellent, she is a fantastic writer and her voice in places has reminded me of yours.
I do know the writing itself is also in another in-between, liminal, threshold place. I so wanted to go back to fiction and poetry and leave politics behind. But I haven't been able to do that to any real satisfaction. It seems trivial. Even the great themes of life seem, oh, just so much noise.
So, I'm not sure where the passion is, what it wants to focus itself on. I'm still drawn to Afghanistan and the Ghengis Khan days, India, as well. But actually go there? Too old, too poor; others are doing that to great effect. What could I possibly add?
So, yeah, just more jammer. @;-) JBK has much hope for me for the new city. For one, he reminds me we haven't lived in a city in 10 years, and that I'm a city girl at heart. He is happy there and I think he sees possibilities for me that I can't yet imagine.
Maybe I could write some short essays, marrying modern day events to ancient history, that's sort of what jelled yesterday.
Again, thanks to you and your sixth sense. @;-) {{{JM}}}
I think the move will be good. I like the city too. Get yourself settled. It takes time.
I don't think it matters, kj, what you write about, politics is as good as the Moon in the end. It's how you say it all. You have a great emotional understanding that gets through to people and they need this. Also in terms of understanding the world around them, which you know something about.
You've read so much I think you have a lot to teach us once the flow starts.
Maybe I could write some short essays, marrying modern day events to ancient history, that's sort of what jelled yesterday.
This sounds great.
I traveled in Afghanistan and I was particularly moved by the experience. Life altering for me. we could talk about it.
JM, your words mean a lot, thank you.
I've got a question for you over at RU.
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I found something new today. For our Copper-lined box file
Eira was one of the oldest of the Nordic mythic women,
Doctor of earth medicine. (As opposed to healer, curiously)
I found the ancient root for Eir today, it meant copper and altar or sacred.
I think she is the daughter of the West or setting sun. (Venus as evening star? Copper on the Altar means the metal poured into the designs to make amulets.
Or?
I am looking forward to Alliohas journal.
Doctor of earth medicine. (As opposed to healer, curiously)
This is significant.
I think she is the daughter of the West or setting sun.
This is quite amazing. It was the setting western sun on that copper rooftop awhile back that marked a transition for me. Would like to hear more.
I wrote a poem about it concerning the opening of my front door.
There is a copper secret around here that longs to be a secret no more.
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