tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post8072159589749348091..comments2023-10-30T10:45:45.193+01:00Comments on Sort of San Francisco Fan Club: Thoughts from an aimlessly wandering mindFram Actualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01540773153894050197noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-41596955956207755962011-07-15T01:35:17.635+02:002011-07-15T01:35:17.635+02:00Two or three months is not a long time, Kaya, and ...Two or three months is not a long time, Kaya, and sometimes I interrupt these lapses with a post or two if I feel there is a reason to do so or simply am in the mood to do so.<br /><br />Regarding home as a place, I think your tale and mine form examples of why (semantics, again) a house never truly can be a home in the sense that I mean it or a town never truly can be a home in the sense that I mean it. Language, too often, is imprecise.<br /><br />The only real definition of "Home," in my mind, should reflect a sense of and a satisfaction in actual belonging. That, I think, can only be found within yourself or through another living, breathing, caring, giving individual. A person might "love" the house she lives in or the city he lives in or the countryside that surrounds their region, but those are only transient meanings and secondary to a greater sense of inner peace and calm and confidence -- a sense of belonging.<br /> <br />The only thing I know with certainty is that I am farther away from "Home" at this moment in time than I ever have been before in my life. I need a jolt of positive lightning to strike.<br /><br />So, thank you, Kaya, for your compliments about my writing here. I do appreciate your thoughts and your words.Fram Actualhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01540773153894050197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-85381364091313429102011-07-14T17:53:44.792+02:002011-07-14T17:53:44.792+02:00About returning back home. I read what you wrote ...About returning back home. I read what you wrote about it and I thought how I tried to return back to my home where I grew up as a kid. I also was sorry to do that. What I found out in this place was an yard sale and many scattered old blankets on the ground. And home was gone... It was a wooden home, very old. <br /><br />I remember that I found among junk the glittering gold shoes with high heels and bought them almost for nothing. And this evening I listened to my favorite music and danced in these stupid old shoes. <br /><br />That was my farewell to my home.Kayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-37652659253440279872011-07-14T16:29:06.112+02:002011-07-14T16:29:06.112+02:00Fram, it's too sad that you go again to disapp...Fram, it's too sad that you go again to disappear for a long time. I understand that you have a lot to do and you have a life beside your blog. What can I say? Not much. But don't disappear for a long-long time. <br /><br />When I entered the sea of blogs I found several writing blogs. They were well written , almost literary, and so boring to read. They never hooked my attention and I never returned back to read them again. They were boring.<br /><br />But I am still your reader and always will be. No matter what will happen, I will always read your posts, Fram, Of course, if you continue to write them. And I hope you will continue.<br /><br />Greetings.Kayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-44784523898024001302011-07-14T05:10:09.819+02:002011-07-14T05:10:09.819+02:00Good evening, Kaya.
The moon shines down on me ju...Good evening, Kaya.<br /><br />The moon shines down on me just now, which suits me fine.<br /><br />The concept of "Home" is interesting. In terms of the conventional home town, I hitch-hiked out of mine with a friend three days after we graduated from high school, and I did not go back there for about twenty years.<br /><br />There were a few reasons for this, but after a few years, the primary reason became this: I wanted to keep the image I had of it from my childhood days in my mind, unblemished, forever. If I never went back, the town could not change, I reasoned, and would always be the same as it had been while I was growing up.<br /><br />Eventually, I did go back. I am sorry I ever did, and try to block the changes I saw from my mind. I do not wish ever to go back again.<br /><br />Anyway .... I do not think I will be writing a post about any concept of "Home" in the near future. I plan on taking another hiatus from my blog as soon as I have published another post or two -- a month or two or three -- to concentrate on other things. Which does not mean I will not visit your blog. Anyway, in a few days, I will explain things a bit more.<br /><br />As always, thanks, Kaya, for your neat comment.Fram Actualhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01540773153894050197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-73867971090014055302011-07-13T16:04:25.867+02:002011-07-13T16:04:25.867+02:00Good morning, Fram.
The sun also rises....
That ...Good morning, Fram.<br /><br />The sun also rises....<br /><br />That is priceless thought "Home is the person, not a place". And it touched my heart. There is a whole philosophy in this sentence. I agree with this wonderful thought. Completely. Home... I am asking this morning what does home mean to me.<br /><br />I thought that we can't go home again. We can't return to the place where we used to live. It will never be the same. Right now I began to believe that we never leave our home. Our home carries our shadows, the dreams, the fears. Yes, dragons of our home under our skin. And geography has little meaning to it. <br /><br />Home is the place where we go inside ourselves, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.<br /><br />I think that you have to write a post about Home. That would be a great post. I am sure, Fram.<br /><br />Greetings.Kayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-56357989840502179962011-07-13T07:07:37.930+02:002011-07-13T07:07:37.930+02:00It is probable the only writers whose entire publi...It is probable the only writers whose entire published work I have read are our old buddy, Ernie Hemingway, and (can you guess ??) Ian Fleming. There are other more contemporary writers whose novels I have read as they were being published, but stopped after, say, a half-dozen or eight because they were evolving into the same story with a few different twists.<br /> <br />I have spent considerable time with Thoreau, but not read him in his entirety.<br /><br />Something else I said a few days ago stays in my mind. It is something I have tried to say before in many sentences and many paragraphs, but this time it came out in my mind clearly and concisely: Home is a person, not a place.<br /><br />Nothing is new under the sun, an anonymous genius wrote in Ecclesiastes, and a Biblical verse set me on the path to this definition of "home" some months ago, although I did not realize it at the time: ".... whither thou goest, I will go ...."<br /><br />Do not panic, I am not turning into a religious zealot. But, truth is truth no matter where one might find it. Reality is reality and clarity is clarity and religion is relevant to neither. <br /><br />Anyway, I think that concept sort of began becoming the definition of both home and love for me at some point along the line not too very long ago.<br /> <br />The last few paragraphs are my response to achieving simplicity in life. The more inquisitive the mind, the more difficult to accomplish simplicity in life. And .... in a physical sense, it might be necessary to retreat to a Walden Pond as Thoreau did. In a mental sense, I think it is necessary to care for another more than for oneself. Most certainly, too, it is placing greater value on the aesthetic than on the material.<br /><br />Due to the mood I am in at the moment, I might add that money, no fear of anything or anyone, a strong right arm and a Colt .45 pistol come in handy toward achieving simplicity in life, too -- but, they serve no real purpose without the hand of another to hold.<br /><br />How much sense this makes, I am not certain, but "Feeling That Way" and "Anytime" just came on the radio to blend in with the cool, damp, night air and the Grand Marnier. I am "chair dancing." I once did that very often, and mentioned it in my posts, but rarely these days.<br /><br />This is more like one of my rambling posts than a return comment. Whatever .... see you around, Kaya ....Fram Actualhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01540773153894050197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-69927589810404379062011-07-13T03:39:45.186+02:002011-07-13T03:39:45.186+02:00Fram, I didn't read Thoreau. I have his book ...Fram, I didn't read Thoreau. I have his book at home and to be honest every time I begin to read him I feel lost after a few pages. I will try to read him again......<br /><br />I am sure you read his book from the first page to the last. Simplicity... I am looking for it everywhere and I make things more complicated. How I want to simplify everything. And I can't. I like this expression of yours about brilliance disguised as a simplicity.<br /><br />Have a nice evening Fram and I talk to you soon.Kayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-41712612712525137892011-07-12T19:04:03.673+02:002011-07-12T19:04:03.673+02:00In a way, you have a generous view of Picasso, Kay...In a way, you have a generous view of Picasso, Kaya, in that you see him as a searcher for meaning to his life. He might well have been. I do not have a strong opinion regarding his life because I only know bits and pieces of it. <br /><br />All I know is that I do not care for his work, and my dilemma when I think of his work is my inability to understand why it is considered anything more than a marketing gimmick, than a conversation piece, than a joke he was playing on art critics and the public at large.<br /><br />Yes, my comment about many people simply waiting for death is a bit harsh. And, yes, waiting on autopilot. It is my nature to be a hard critic. Remember, to criticize is to point out not only the negative, but the positive. So, it works in both directions.<br /><br />Perhaps, in this instance I am being a bit unfair, but, remember, even a very gentle man, Henry David Thoreau, made these observations: <br /><br />"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." <br /><br />And: <br /><br />"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation."<br /><br />I will leave it at that for now, but, yes, I think most people go to their graves in the same manner as lemmings go to the sea.<br /><br />By the way, if you have not read Thoreau, I would urge you to do so. It is brilliance disguised as simplicity.<br /><br />Yes, Kaya, our discussions are fun: We learn, we share, we think .... we wonder.Fram Actualhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01540773153894050197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-89524648150998674692011-07-12T16:40:00.480+02:002011-07-12T16:40:00.480+02:00I am sure that Oscar Wilde would laugh when he saw...I am sure that Oscar Wilde would laugh when he saw the Picasso paintings. I don't like Picasso. He doesn't touch my heart. Yes, he created chaos because of his own dissatisfaction with life, I think. I always thought that he was missing something in his life. He had many loving women but never let them be close to him. He treated them as "gloves". <br /><br />When they were worn out ( I mean he lost interest in them) he threw them out of his life. He was looking and looking for something that doesn't exist in this life. I mean an ideal woman, and ideal life, an ideal success.<br /><br />"What many people (perhaps most) call living, I would call simply waiting for death." Is it a little bit strong, Fram? What do you mean by this? Do you mean that we live on autopilot, thoughtless autopilot? <br /><br />Ok, it's getting a long comment.<br /><br />I enjoy talking with you, Fram. You know a lot. Sometimes I feel that I am not on your level of knowledge but it doesn't matter. I learn, I share, I think.<br /><br />Greetings from Kaya.Kayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-38913899570824491322011-07-10T21:20:28.901+02:002011-07-10T21:20:28.901+02:00You complicate my life, Kaya, but in a good way. Y...You complicate my life, Kaya, but in a good way. You make me think.<br /><br />Life follows art, but distorts it. Yes, that is another way of saying what Oscar Wilde was saying, I think, and he put the blame (if one would care to call it that) directly at the feet of painters and poets. <br /><br />A person can never be sure of what would happen in a hypothetical past, but I have a feeling Wilde would laugh the first time he saw a Pablo Picasso painting -- a cubist or surrealist Picasso, I mean. Actually he was quite a good painter before he "invented" a new style. My thought is that he did this simply to be recognized and to make money. (Sorry, but I can be very sarcastic at times about the motivations of people.)<br /><br />Yes, Picasso challenged our imagination, I agree. Fine and dandy. What I do not understand is why the public bought into his work. Picasso's painting was a success of marketing, I think, rather than a success of art.<br /><br />In life, if there were no rules, no laws, there would be chaos and anarchy. I think the same is true in art. Picasso and others choose to challenge. There is nothing wrong with that. I prefer classical paintings myself, the Renaissance, basically traditional schools. Painters such as Claude Monet also invented a new style, experimenting with light and colors for the most part, and were successful at creating true beauty with a style which came to be known as impressionism.<br /><br />I see Picasso as a painter who created chaos and was an excellent salesman. I see Monet as painter and an artistic genuis who created beauty. The public sees both these men as artists. Such is life.<br /><br />This is getting long, but one more point. Communication is the most difficult task individuals face in life, I absolutely believe. This matter of what is art comes down to communication, too. Semantics. Definitions. Define art.<br /><br />My definition would be considerably more narrow than that of most people. This is true in most aspects of living. What many people (perhaps most) call living, I would call simply waiting for death. Semantics, you see?<br /><br />Thank you, for your marvelous comment, Kaya, and for making me think a bit.Fram Actualhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01540773153894050197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-71968839574971733022011-07-10T21:00:42.650+02:002011-07-10T21:00:42.650+02:00My morning was quite different than that which you...My morning was quite different than that which you experienced, Wind. Mine was dark and gray with flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder.<br /><br />I awoke to the sound of a storm warning siren about 0530, got up, made a cup of instant coffee, went out onto the patio and enjoyed the sights and sounds. No need for a poet or a painter to influence me.<br /><br />After a half-hour, I went back to bed. I lay there for more than an hour thinking, before slipping off into sleep again.<br /><br />White Bear? I am a bit embarrassed to say the little scamp stayed inside all day watching cowboy films on television. He had taken one step outside earlier in the day and turned around and retreated back indoors. "We northern bears prefer air conditioned comfort to heat and humidity," he said in a rather arrogant voice.<br /><br />Yes, beauty surrounds us. Of that there is no doubt, and also there is no doubt we usually are too busy or too distracted to realize it until someone points it out to us. I suppose I think part of the responsibility of living is to encourage others to see the beauty of life in each other and all around us. You certainly do this.<br /><br />Perhaps, the heart in your coffee is an omen. I think you should drink more of this coffee.<br /><br />Take care, Wind. See you here and there.Fram Actualhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01540773153894050197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-5568788418716433002011-07-10T19:06:49.142+02:002011-07-10T19:06:49.142+02:00Very nice working place, Fram. And it's quiet...Very nice working place, Fram. And it's quiet and peaceful. Thunderstorms... We have right now monsoon season and a lot of isolated thunderstorms. <br /><br />Oscar Wilde. I think art follows life but it distorts it; sometimes in a very astonishing way. <br /><br />I like Oscar Wilde a lot. Of course, he was arrogant in many ways.<br /><br />And later your post is getting more complicated. I think it doesn't matter for art what reality is. What matters how an artist sees it. That is very interesting. Sometimes I wonder would be my life different if I would see things under different angles. Would it be more simple?<br /><br />Once you wrote that beauty is complicated.<br /><br />Picasso paintings for example. I truly believe that he decided to challenge the dull and boring world with his paintings. He challenged our imagination. And you did the same Fram Actual at the beginning of your post. You said if we will use our imagination and try to visualize you we might know your secrets. <br /><br />BRILLIANT POST and VERY CONTROVERSIAL!!!!!!<br /><br />Greetings from Kaya.Kayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989613902205547683.post-60467040901098760872011-07-10T05:38:16.160+02:002011-07-10T05:38:16.160+02:00The Sun is almost awake, every morning telling ano...The Sun is almost awake, every morning telling another story. <br />Today , about orange and blue.<br /><br />Nice patio, but no Mr. White Bear?<br /><br />I think that in a way, life is a work of art itself. So much beauty <br />around us only to be able to see...<br /><br />My morning coffee foam has a heart shape...<br /><br />See you soon!Daliana Pacuraruhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16913068246399438115noreply@blogger.com