Whenever Mihael Woods speaks first speaks of Shakepeare favorite book The Metamorphoses, and the image cuts to the school boy reading - what is it that he is reading? Those lines, spoken by that nine year old send my mind reeling. Whoever that poet is I MUST READ THEM.
share“The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”
- Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre.
Dear Ariene, to begin verily I write to you in an altogether self-seeking mode. The reasons for this that remain understood for as long enough time to convey them in written word, before they are wisped away like a dust-ball by life, I wish to convey; those other, ambiguous motives for which I find myself writing shall be left unto their abode - unto the interior of a heart. The other day I walked down to your former residence; I guess the fervent passing of time can be seen as the arch-theme of this short lettering. In a society so marginalized to fit the capability of a nation be-numbed on the bosom of television and the golden-calf in general, I feel I have a right, as does everyone, to go beyond such a low standard, achieve what I, and no other person wields the desire to do. Indolence and intuition are all the reasoning which has been given to any decision whatsoever in my short span thus; and if time has not already forgotten me, as it has your former residence, - a reality, musing on upon those old steps, already seem antique to my memory, brought me to tears, - then it is time to stir. Because, my dear sister, what touched me to be-weep upon my state, - a human organism, - was not envisioning with what vigor I had once marched upwards on those stairs, and how now, overcast sky, and no-one home, footsteps only sound lonesome, as if going down instead of up, but a sudden entreaty cast from my mind to dial your telephone number, what has taken the place of a-knocking, and spend a night in idleness. It is my rage to say, however, that this not what must be done, by me or anyone. Change, Ariene, as I am fighting desperately to do now, and do so with me, before we are left for dust; the prospect of your former residence does not have to be same as your new home.
The spirit of truth, not august,
Colin
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