You can’t be cold. The heat is on.
You can’t be hungry. You just ate.
You can’t be tired. You just got up.
Do you see the hidden assumptions?
How often do we convince ourselves not to believe what we know because of an unrelated fact?
What wonderfully intriguing post this is. Here is just a bit . . .
When you write a new blog post, who is addressed? Do you have a composite persona in mind? Do you imagine an aggregation of imagined readers, based on those you know well, and those you hope will find you?
Is there a conscious target? Who is it that you hope to enlighten, engage, or enrage?
I cannot believe that you just slap some text, maybe a photo or artwork, into a post template, with total oblivion as to the intended, expected, or hoped for audience. Do you ever blog against a person or group or company or political party? Do you blog to your Future Self? Do you blog for your friends, family, boss?
Does it depend on the specific post? The general topic?
–steven edward streight, to whom do we blog?
The prose is musical. The thoughts are engaging. Go on click the link and enjoy the entire read.
By the way, I’d be interested in your answer.
–ME “Liz” Strauss
Sometimes a paragraph of prose stands out as sheer poetry. The line breaks are mine.
Our understanding of each other had
reached that sweet depth where two people
communicate
more often in silence than in words;
an affectionate quietness
replaces
the tensions,
the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about
that produces a friendship’s more showy
more, in the surface sense, dramatic moments.Truman Capote
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Ian, Your Breakfast blog is an amazing tribute.
I was 26 years old when I read this. Of course, it was in paragraph form in the middle of the book somewhere. I don’t know what page . . . but it stopped me cold as a definition of a lifelong friend. And so I present to you as the final Valentine in a Week of Valentines.
–ME “Liz” Strauss.
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad;
Say that health and wealth have missed me;
Say I’m growing old, but add–
Jenny kissed me!James Henry Leigh Hunt
(1784 – 1859)
Thanks Rat, for having Jenny where I could find her.
I find this poem wonderful. It makes me feel great every time I read it, hear it, speak it. That’s why I share it with you.
–ME “Liz” Strauss
Five minutes after you came
you knew me alreadyIn less than five minutes
a few typed words. a “Welcome!” answer
a clever one liner, a witty line back
a laugh unrelated to where it all began.Five minutes of time . . who’s counting?
verbal volleyball — an even score
connecting minds in bits and bytes
all equal players, playing niceFive minutes of time
a lifetime in 300 seconds
friendships built on captured keystrokes
bonds with more power than words we writeno memory of the day they started
clear recall of the thoughts, questions, witty retorts
knowing each five minutes every relationship was forgedFive minutes you’re gone . . . not for long,
only five minutes . . . all of five minutes
That’s all it took — record time — five — count ’em — five minutes
happens that way, with folks who hang around
Five minutes you came
. . . that’s how it started.not strangers anymore.
we’ve been friends for five minutes
that’s a very long time around here.
our five minutes is now five minutes
after five minutes plus five minutes . . . . and on and on and onFive minutes you’re gone
. . . and I miss you already.Can’t wait until five minutes from now when you’re back again.
Five minutes of conversation can start a relationship that lasts a whole life.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer,
no disease that enough love will not heal,
no door that enough love will not bridge,
no wall that enough love will not throw down,
no sin that enough love will not redeem . . .It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble,
how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle,
how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.If only you could love enough, you could be the happiest and
most powerful being in the world . . .
Thanks, Stormy Weather, this has been a favorite since college.
–ME “Liz” Strauss
