Letter to my Son
Sunday, 14 September
Good Morning Jack...
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| gordoMars |
I tire of
words eventually. I’m no poet. Words for me are but a tool of reason. They pass along straightforward information. There’s little nuance and definitely no
frills here.
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| Don |
There was a
time when I was comfortable with creating images. I discovered I didn't have to be an artist –
I didn't have to be good – to express something of what I felt. It all offered no explanation. I liked the mystery involved.
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| Diane |
One’s own mind
offers room to wander. We find places we
never thought to go. I like it best when
I don’t let thinking get in my way. I’m
not interesting when I try to be smart.
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| Daphne |
Is this how
she truly looked? Don’t be silly. This is how she felt. Actually this is how I felt about her as she
sat across the table from me… making up stories; creating altogether new words
to describe her thoughts.
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| muse |
It’s an
image of a particular thought. It’s like
a hieroglyph. Something captures one’s
attention. Something all too familiar is
suddenly seen as though for the first time.
New ideas come to life. New
associations are made. It only happens
when we disentangle ourselves from our humdrum inner narrative: yada, yada, yada.
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| no remedy |
She was in a
park. I don’t know what was going
on. Does it matter? Isn’t the face a marvelous device? Our face provides a wealth of visual
clues. What complex creatures we
are. Think of all the means we use to
express who it is we are. Besides the face
there is body language, words, voice, touch – and art of all kinds. Dogs have tails, barks and whines. Maybe porpoises use mental telepathy. It doesn't make for Shakespeare.
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| Gipper |
You can get
lost in a face. Age enriches one’s image
with extraordinary topography. Countless
frowns, smiles, laughs and arched eyebrows leave their mark. There’s history here. All these telling nooks and crannies. Wrinkles are magnificent; even sexy.
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| curtain up |
Explanations
can be tiresome. Intrigue provides a
fertile field to explore. If you insist
on talk, try substituting this desire with music – minus the need of
lyrics.
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| sax |
What is more
personal than living in the moment? It
is its own reward. We’re fully grown but
we have all the observational powers of a three year old. Here’s how we truly get away from it all. Enjoy your day.
Love,
Dad
