Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The First Raindrops on the Vent Above the Stove
You can ask me anything, but don’t ask me to distinguish between the real, the virtual, and the imagined — especially when it comes to friendship. Were I to do that, I would be worthy of none.
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Note: The title of this post is a poem I heard this morning while I was in the kitchen making coffee.
Update:
In the Forum: he ignored his slumbering bottle.
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with your permission , William , i take your words and make it mine .
You’re welcome to do so, my real, virtual, and imagined friend!
Sneezing Unity! (I hope you're not disappointed about my slowlyness!)
Never! Sneezing Unity takes time!
for me nothing is virtual, I take a sentence of Picasso, "everything you can imagine is real"!!!
Music to my ears, Laura. When people draw a line and say this side is real, this side is imagined, I put one foot on each side....
I agree William. We have to move beyond these arbitrary distinctions. they get us nowhere.
Let's all just enjoy our friendships however temporal and immaterial.
Thanks, Elisabeth. Yes. Let’s.
Ill drink my tea to that!!!! Lets do enjoy in whats a head!
And so we shall, Aleksandra, so we shall.
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