--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 <no_reply@...> wrote: > > Ann, > > I really, really believe that you wold LOVE NYC (ignore the New > York-hater here),
You are correct, I really, really do love NYC. Coolest place on the planet, summer or winter. > I'm strapping on my rollerblades right now. Call me. > [awoelflebater] > No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live that > life. I do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go stark > ravers. But since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I guess > I don't have to worry about it. > > The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver. Want to roller skate > around Stanley Park > > Then let's do it. > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: > > > > > > I gave it a good try, Ann. But not for this body mind. > Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi. > > > > > > People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in > evening. Torture, if you ask me. Spiritual Warriors truly. > > > > > > > > > But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and > she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc. She says there are > others like her and I believe her. > > > > > > > > > Better one's own dharma. The dharma of another, though higher, > brings danger. > > > > > > > > > ________________________________ > > > From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com > > > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > > > Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM > > > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: > mind boggling > > > > > > > > >  > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, > dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years > plus!àAnd in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!àSo > in that sense I am a very minor slogger. > > > > > > > > Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of > running away to a place with better climate and at least one good > bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity > and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's > exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that > oppressive heat.àIt is a very sweet moment.à> > > > > > > > Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step > before nirvana.àOr at least the next step to loving > unconditionally. > > > > > > Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have > to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And > people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or > something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they > get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it > couldn't!! > > > > > > àThis possibility is what keeps me slogging.àThank > you for very non sloggish verses.àSo beautiful as always... > à> > > > > > > > > > > > Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without > chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers > > > > > > > > ________________________________ > > > > From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com > > > > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > > > > Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM > > > > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: > mind boggling > > > > > > > > > > > > à> > > > Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for > a > > > > cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests > in which all the trees > > > > talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot > year after year is > > > > deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and > without the plans that > > > > one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must > have a subject for his > > > > life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has > always been a time when I am > > > > happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. > > > > > > > > The palm at the end of the mind, > > > > >Beyond the last thought, rises > > > > >In the bronze decor, > > > > >A gold-feathered bird > > > > >Sings in the palm, without human meaning, > > > > >Without human feeling, a foreign song. > > > > >You know then that it is not the reason > > > > >That makes us happy or unhappy. > > > > >The bird sings. Its feathers shine. > > > > >The palm stands on the edge of space. > > > > >The wind moves slowly in the branches. > > > > >The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down. > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Robin Carlsen" > <maskedzebra@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > ââ¬Â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday > or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there > sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that > it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. > Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish > but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so > burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister > my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea > was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the > sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as > they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is > perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in > the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in > beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number > > > of > > > > mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites. > > > > > from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly > > > > Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. > > > > > > > > > > > > I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor > of Ice > > > > Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet > seems to me to contain > > > > something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is the reason > why I like it. > > > > from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly > > > > Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263. > > > > The Emperor Of Ice-Cream > > > > Call the roller of big cigars, > > > > The muscular one, and bid him whip > > > > In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. > > > > Let the wenches dawdle in such dress > > > > As they are used to wear, and let the boys > > > > Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. > > > > Let be be finale of seem. > > > > The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. > > > > > > > > Take from the dresser of deal. > > > > Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet > > > > On which she embroidered fantails once > > > > And spread it so as to cover her face. > > > > If her horny feet protrude, they come > > > > To show how cold she is, and dumb. > > > > Let the lamp affix its beam. > > > > The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Really? Nablusoss1008, really? > > > > > > > > > > > > Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? > > > > > > > > > > > > This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of > thousands of posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant > about the values and truths of every statement? For free to any who > would post? > > > > > > > > > > > > This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, > and has minds so delicate but iron-stubborn? > > > > > > > > > > > > This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the > actual by tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns > "each and all" to "doing this that we do here" with mere words? > > > > > > > > > > > > This group? Really? This is the group from which you've > selected, Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and > generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump > on as if he were "Edg on his nut buggy?" > > > > > > > > > > > > Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, > and have THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by > all the vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come? > > > > > > > > > > > > Great God Almighty I hope you don't. > > > > > > > > > > > > I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in > tizzies and whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such > poisoned red meat to our slavering dogs. > > > > > > > > > > > > Just once. JUST ONCE. Come on, just once. Could you please > peek out from behind the curtain and get real? > > > > > > > > > > > > But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the > Wizard, at least, pick on me. > > > > > > > > > > > > Xeno is gold here. > > > > > > > > > > > > He gives his attention. Don't you get that attention is love, > and it doesn't matter what that attention has as its object of > consciousness, and that he as if bathes the minds here with his clarity > and his kindness? > > > > > > > > > > > > Can't you feel his vibe? > > > > > > > > > > > > Edg > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 > <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his > medication :-) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
