tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post769633444341252010..comments2023-10-24T07:16:28.382-07:00Comments on I Wrote This For You: The Lovers Bleed Into Each OtherUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-62869083903885850292010-05-26T09:23:54.454-07:002010-05-26T09:23:54.454-07:00Borrowed the photo and placed credits, hope you do...Borrowed the photo and placed credits, hope you don't mind. I enjoy your blogs! :D<br /><br />http://pringles08invisible.tumblr.com/post/634807314/photo-taken-from-http-www-iwrotethisforyou-mepringles08https://www.blogger.com/profile/11595336848499378357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-24473264565635453382010-05-26T08:56:38.706-07:002010-05-26T08:56:38.706-07:00the way you word things is remarkable! you say suc...the way you word things is remarkable! you say such few words yet they make it deep into your head and get you thinking. i love reading all your posts!Lauren Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17641320576669359486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-70626751056231622532010-05-26T03:52:33.916-07:002010-05-26T03:52:33.916-07:00Steve,
I think you should reconsider the pros of ...Steve,<br /><br />I think you should reconsider the pros of creating new love. This does not mean creating a new lover, but instead taking the old lover and starting again. <br />I quite like the idea of being able to make new love out of old love. New love out of nothing is always nice, but new love out of old. . I think it is especially magical.<br /><br /><br />Sometimes you keep wanting the same old lover because it wants you back. Sometimes it's just a trick of the eye, seeing an old love that is no longer there.<br />How zen do you think one must be to know the difference?<br /><br /><br /><br />akaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-79854671116635274852010-05-26T01:49:45.034-07:002010-05-26T01:49:45.034-07:00I want so bad to touch you. To know your touch. To...I want so bad to touch you. To know your touch. To feel your touch. I want my hands on you, and your hands on me.Pandorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09546650597715569924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-35039259174536743102010-05-25T19:40:26.892-07:002010-05-25T19:40:26.892-07:00HopelessRomantic,
Thank you!
- legions of adorin...HopelessRomantic,<br /><br />Thank you!<br /><br />- legions of adoring anonymii<br /><br /><br /><br />----------<br />groopo<br /><br />vt. To groom a poem.<br /><br />Oscar Wilde wildly ran a hand through his hair, groopoing and re-groopoing Reading Gaol, dreading, but desiring too, the dreadful consequences.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-13896487302150374812010-05-25T18:25:41.333-07:002010-05-25T18:25:41.333-07:00Thank you Hopeless Romantic! :)Thank you Hopeless Romantic! :)Miss Philosophyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778209173344929443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-57287122483288158352010-05-25T18:23:35.675-07:002010-05-25T18:23:35.675-07:00Anonymous,
I'm apologize too. I wrote that co...Anonymous,<br /><br />I'm apologize too. I wrote that comment while I was tired and crabby, and it was before I bothered to read any of the comments above. They're all very heartfelt and beautiful. <br />It wasn't really my place to say that, and I'm sorry.<br /><br />Please continue, I think comments like yours are part of what makes this blog beautiful. :]Hopeless Romantichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08393121078845700853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-71406787542802747412010-05-25T15:03:45.678-07:002010-05-25T15:03:45.678-07:00'The palm of my hand'
Kywiddlypoo'The palm of my hand'<br />KywiddlypooAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-70949506602866115292010-05-25T14:21:07.123-07:002010-05-25T14:21:07.123-07:00She felt her head spinning. But it was just simosc...<i>She felt her head spinning. But it was just simosc</i><br /><br />Anonymous,<br /><br />I hope the simosc's stop soon, and you start having lots of boomosc's instead. <br /><br />It's not that I don't appreciate the truth in the ancient wisdom. I do, I do. It's just that such abstract wisdom seems very hard to actually put into practice. You can tell yourself to "move on" from now to doomsday, but it still hurts like heck. Chanting "move on, move on" doesn't seem to make the scab heal any faster. Besides, what you really want is your old lover back, not to move on. Acceptance of "what is, is", is not much of an anodyne.<br /><br />As aka reminded us earlier, one piece of wisdom that does seem to work as advertised, at least to some degree, is that with time, the pain lessens. "Time heals all wounds." So if my lover has just walked out the door, what do I tell myself? "Hey, don't worry. Time heals all wounds. Give it a few years. You'll get over it. Move on. There are plenty of other fish in the sea." Etc., etc., etc. What should you do, in the meantime, to salve the pain? Besides, I don't want any other fish. Just my one little fish, the one I already love, whom I love to sprinkle with flax seed.<br /><br />On the other hand, if such a machine existed, perhaps I might think about tweaking a tiny bit here and there. Perhaps I might eliminate, or maybe gradually reduce my love's irrational obsession to get up early on Sunday morning, to make me cut the grass. Where is it written that grass has to be cut all the time, anyway? Or perhaps I might experiment with creating new and strange desires, deep within her, but reserved for me, only me, such as a yen for wearing red and black underwear all the time, with high heels, even to work or the grocery store. Long pony tails would be very nice, too. Hmmmm. Yes ... now that I consider the possibilities, perhaps it would be possible to create a newer, even better love . . . . <br /><br />But no, though I could, I would not. I love her just the way she is, warts and all. (Actually, my love doesn't have any warts. It's just a metaphor.) Suppose I were to change her, and then she isn't really she anymore? <br /><br />No, if such a machine existed, I would not use it. I'd rather suffer in hell, than play god with any other.Stevenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-48584942322623644512010-05-25T12:32:20.751-07:002010-05-25T12:32:20.751-07:00Steve,
Would one, if it was truly possible, to i...Steve,<br /><br /><br />Would one, if it was truly possible, to insphyxiate one's lover with their old love? Perhaps the old love was faulty, hence the fleeing. Better to create a new love with the old lover; if at all possible.<br /><br />Yes, foolish hope is sometimes rewarded. So is it better to be foolish or better to heed old cliches that urge one to pick up and move on?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />simosc: simulated oscillation<br /><br /><br />She felt her head spinning. But it was just simosc, an illusion caused by the elaborate worlds she had constructed in her head.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-45027194023772792472010-05-25T10:51:27.104-07:002010-05-25T10:51:27.104-07:00aka,
Problem is, the one is who being fled from, ...aka,<br /><br />Problem is, the one is who being fled from, the one who is being abandoned, hopes and hopes and hopes, against all reason, and in the very face of explicit rejection by the other, that . . . the other will, someday, somehow, some way, fall back in love and return.<br /><br />Obvious, it's not a rational response. But love isn't rational. On either end. Sometimes, very rarely in my judgment, foolish hope is rewarded. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes.<br /><br /><br />---------<br /><br />insph<br /><br />insphyxiation machine<br /><br />n. A machine that will insphyxiate a person with love for another person.<br /><br />After Lorelei, my love, ran off with Arnold, the billionaire jet-setting CEO of a body building global empire, who also had several Ph.D.'s in various displines such as Medieval European Philosophy and Fine Arts (his paper on 11th Century Chinese Water Color ink preparation is considered the authoritative work in its field), and who teaches Relationship Sensitivity Awareness seminars, I was devastated. I sold my little house, cashed in my savings bonds, borrowed an extra $1, 204.76 (my limit) on my credit card, which was another to pay for a 24-hour rental on an insph. The first thing I did was to lure Arnold to a motel, by pretending on the internet that I was an underage vamp. I insphyxiated him with love for Mother Theresa (of course, he doesn't know yet that she has passed away, but that doesn't matter). The second thing I did was lure Lorelei to the motel by telling her I was ready to sign the divorce papers. I insphyxiated her with her old love for me.<br /><br />We are now, once again, very happy, residing in each other's hearts and the paradise of each other's arms.Stevenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-73580605204126827572010-05-25T09:01:39.699-07:002010-05-25T09:01:39.699-07:00Steve,
rescuing an old love. . . this is where un...Steve, <br />rescuing an old love. . . this is where understanding the hows and the whys comes in handy. I believe that often simply having a reason for the loss is often used as a crutch in the process of 'getting over' someone else. <br />I think the best thing in this situation is to learn to redirect one's love, to help it grow in a more appropriate and healthy direction.<br /><br />but I also believe the heart needs a healing period, and anyone who attempts to force the heart to move when it is unready or unable is just going to meet with additional problems.<br /><br />I would like to add it is easier to know one must grow away from a lover when one is certain that the other would like to flee the scene, as you put it.<br />Woe to the lovers who do not discuss what they want and how they feel; what is the good of having a lover to whom you are unable to tell how you feel when things are bad?akanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-64168292111348520722010-05-24T23:52:16.308-07:002010-05-24T23:52:16.308-07:00aka,
The idea that you have to work at love -- th...aka,<br /><br />The idea that you have to work at love -- that it's not a 'thing', but rather a process - crops up frequently in these comments. <br /><br />A related cliche is that the important thing isn't the destination, it's the journey.<br /><br />This is all true, of course. But what perplexes me, is translate such general wisdom into specific action, at the point one discovers (or is told) that one's lover has fallen in love with someone else? At that point, isn't the other lover merely bent on fleeing the scene as expediently as possible? Certainly not interested in working at rescuing the old love.<br /><br />----------<br /><br />inglume<br /><br />1. v. tr. to glue someone into something;<br />2. v. itr. to suffuse with gloom.<br /><br />I inglumed him in the wine cellar, because by criticizing my cask of amontillado, he inglumed me.Stevenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-78129042323624800262010-05-24T23:24:34.818-07:002010-05-24T23:24:34.818-07:00Hopeless Romantic,
In re-reading my comment to yo...Hopeless Romantic,<br /><br />In re-reading my comment to you, I realize that I appear combative and defensive. I sincerely apologize.<br /><br />What I meant, but did not explain, was that, in my opinion the 'explosion' of comments to which you refer complements the author's art with real-life flesh and blood, with the nitty-gritty anguish and anst of wounded lovers.<br /><br />These people, certainly including me, are here because we greatly admire and appreciate the author's work, both prose and images. I love it. That's why I came, that's why I stayed, that's why I'm here. There are a lot of other places I could be, but I'm here. That's true for all of us, I'm sure.<br /><br />Each daily post creates a subtheme under what is clearly (in my opinion, obviously) the blog's overarching leitmotif of loss, of lonliness, of searching for something missing, of hopeless desire and yearning. The comments, by and large, fall within the overall theme, and in fact breathe additional vitality and expression into the author's work. After all, is art created by the artist, or created by those who experience it?<br /><br />I think we would probably agree that it's both. The artist expresses feelings during the process of creation, and those who encounter it recreate it in terms of their own experience and feelings. <br /><br />Most of these comments are written by sensitive, artistic souls who by being here to participate in the author's showing of his work, also want to have a little fun at the cocktail reception. They express their appreciation of the art by interacting with each other. It's a bonding process, I guess. <br /><br />I think the presence of people here, along with the time and effort they contribute in comments, is high praise, indeed.<br /><br />Again, I apologize for my earlier defensive comment.<br /><br />Good night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-28390546525403703002010-05-24T23:08:28.240-07:002010-05-24T23:08:28.240-07:00Steve, maybe hearts seek each other out a differen...Steve, maybe hearts seek each other out a different times, different places because life separates us and in order to find and keep love, one must both let it go and go after it. the tricky parts, i think, are knowing when one must do which. and understanding the hows and the whys never hurt.<br /><br />aka<br /><br /><br /><br />word verification: shetick<br />for sure :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-70280539314816422052010-05-24T23:03:20.275-07:002010-05-24T23:03:20.275-07:00Steve,
personally, I'd have to say that betwe...Steve,<br /><br />personally, I'd have to say that between a love that is not real and a love you don't want, each is dreadful in their own ways. :(<br /><br /><br />akaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-42432402411641014542010-05-24T22:14:14.999-07:002010-05-24T22:14:14.999-07:00OK. Then what does he write them for? Himself?
W...OK. Then what does he write them for? Himself? <br /><br />What do *you* seek, a pristine sterile world of 'pure art', populated with stone monuments?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-39399641114713630722010-05-24T22:11:17.878-07:002010-05-24T22:11:17.878-07:00Maybe my heart wants too much for my you to be loo...<i>Maybe my heart wants too much for my you to be looking for me.</i><br /><br />Why do hearts <br />so, so often search<br />for each other<br />at different times<br />or different places?Stevenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-22790574846699573032010-05-24T21:53:55.416-07:002010-05-24T21:53:55.416-07:00George, I wish I knew. I'm a bit confused abou...George, I wish I knew. I'm a bit confused about that myself.<br /><br />I find it slightly aggravating. Iain doesn't write these posts so people can have long, drawn-out chats in the comments. No offense.Hopeless Romantichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08393121078845700853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-59133952902622572592010-05-24T21:34:35.759-07:002010-05-24T21:34:35.759-07:00I quite liked this post. The explosion of comments...I quite liked this post. The explosion of comments has me somewhat confused though.GeorgeDubyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02331809836537261640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-30002873592059672252010-05-24T21:29:31.587-07:002010-05-24T21:29:31.587-07:00self destructive hunger
Which is the more terribl...<i>self destructive hunger</i><br /><br />Which is the more terrible, a love that is not real, or a love that one does not want?Stevenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-81104489922415107582010-05-24T21:12:33.141-07:002010-05-24T21:12:33.141-07:00Competition?
There is no competition. You. Only y...Competition?<br /><br />There is no competition. You. Only you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-62696880380030838372010-05-24T20:29:18.516-07:002010-05-24T20:29:18.516-07:00(: Anything you want..you got it. Me neither, me n...(: Anything you want..you got it. Me neither, me neither. Raarrrw! <br /><br />Xx, <br /><br />GNMiss Philosophyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778209173344929443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-63842223076125716602010-05-24T20:25:48.164-07:002010-05-24T20:25:48.164-07:00GN. Don't let the bed bugs bite... save those ...GN. Don't let the bed bugs bite... save those nibbles for this bed bug. :0) Can hardly wait for trying.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-51226039478384036012010-05-24T20:06:43.920-07:002010-05-24T20:06:43.920-07:00good night! :)good night! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com