Friday, May 28, 2010
The Sun on So Many Flowers
To glorify thought, or to condemn it, is to think thought worthy of thought. Even the thought of the absence of thought between thoughts is a thought thought worthy of thought. I think I will take a walk. I think I will build a bridge to the stars. I think I will think about thinking, thinking thinking is the best place to start. Thinking thought, I will thoughtlessly think some more. I will think thought is a symphony. I will think thinking is a war. I will think thoughts unworthy of thought, thoughts thought countless times before. And if a new thought arrives, will I know it? The thought of such a thought is appealing. Like the sun on so many flowers, thinking this is the one, no this is, no this is, until it is all of them, or none.
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I open like a flower to the sun
and gobble your light. Truly. A staircase comes to mind for some reason. Are we all climbing together?
Robert and I
indebted to the prompts you grant us.
This is so many things to me. This. No this. Now this. It is how we live.
xo
erin
I like this climbing stairs after which we run down the stairs and then up again,load in our shoo!!
Erin, I feel the same way about you and Robert. Hungry sun, hungry flowers, mutual need.
Aleksandra, may we run up and down these stairs together for a long time to come!
Hi William,
I may have it wrong (if there is such a thing) and there are probably as many interpretations of a piece of art as there are people looking at it, but I'll leave what I am taking away from the artwork I see here. That we are not totally solid like we perceive ourselves to be, and that we are temporary spirits inhabiting this realm. Everything in motion, pure energy or spirit. Seems you got me thinking! :-)
Hello, Stickup Artist, and welcome. It seems I did. But of course you were already thinking when you arrived....
I love what you’re taking away. In doing so, you’re revealing more of what’s here.
And the thought-void behind the thoughts that make the thoughts thinkable...
Joe, good thought. Either you’re with me, or way ahead of me, or in the same sorry condition. Since what you say makes sense, I suspect it’s the latter.
Same condition, doubtless. An old one:
Hamlet: What have you, my good friends, deserv'd at the hands of Fortune, that she sends you to prison hither?
Guildenstern: Prison, my lord?
Hamlet: Denmark's a prison.
Rosencrantz: Then is the world one.
Hamlet: A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst.
Rosencrantz: We think not so, my lord.
Hamlet: Why then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
Brilliant! And I love “confines, wards, and dungeons.” I need to start working that into conversation.
Oops! — wrong stack.... I know Hamlet is around here somewhere....
Awesome prose, William. When I read it aloud, it felt almost like a tongue-twister. (Or a mind twister?)
I especially love the line, "I think I will build a bridge to the stars." That line really hit me somehow.
Write on, William!
That was pretty cool, William. I agree with Vatche: a mind-twister. It made me think of the phrase-let: "Relentlessly, he thought" [whatever it was he was thinking]. Your words about thought and flowers also made me think of Fred Hoyle's view of time as presented in the (forgotten superbook) October The First Is Too Late: not as a strip, loop, or [in my case] bizarre spindle-like thing, but as a series of perspectives/time-paths, each illuminated at unknowable intervals by the outside 'light' of an unknown externality, as though God were a man shining a single flashlight into an endless series of dusty pigeonholes in which all History resided.
Looking for what, though?
Relentlessly,
PG
Thanks, Vatche! Anyway, there’s no cure for this disease — or if there is, I’m not interested in finding it. By the way, I’ve read this aloud dozens of times myself....
Just looking, Peter, just looking.... And beautifully put, I must say.
That's a curling circle-thinking makes me lightly dizzy...
Be careful, Rudhi — it’s dangerous to jump off of the thought merry-go-round....
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