Hi Dan, I've only bought one oil painting, a painting by a Russian artist. It has a flavor of Venice with this strange creature that cannot rightly be identified as a male or female, even though it might be wearing what could be called a dress-like costume. As often as I've studied this painting, I cannot determine which. This most beguiling feature of this creature is that it looks strait at you with a Mona Lisa like smile. The look seems to be a smile of accepting the viewer and the viewers perspective as 'the way things are,' "rightness."
Thanks for the story. Thanks to Mark too. I love the story-tellers. Marsha On Jul 13, 2011, at 1:42 AM, Dan Glover wrote: > They locked him up... told him he was crazy. After enough time had > passed, he knew it too. He must be crazy. He could see it in > everyone's eyes. He heard it in the way they talked to him. He felt it > in the way they kept their distance. Like they were afraid. Not of > him, but of what he'd become. Or maybe it was him they were afraid of. > After all, he was crazy so how would he know, how could he know for > sure of where the madness ended and he started? > > They asked him questions and fed him pills. Blue pills, green pills, > red pills... they all went down the same so it didn't much matter. A > cup of water, drink, now, lift your tongue. How do we feel today? Do > we want to hurt our self today? Do we want to hurt anyone today? After > enough time had passed he began to sense the correct answers, the > answers that would set him free. Not just free to wander the grounds, > but free to go... out there... into the world. > > The answers didn't work right away, the correct answers. But after > enough time had passed, they didn't seem as afraid when they looked at > him. A light in their eyes had replaced the fear. He noticed now that > everyone had that light in their eyes but the light wasn't always the > same light... the sane light. The light that said: I am okay. Now, > when he looked into a mirror, he saw that light in his own eyes. It > made him feel better. > > One day they came and told him that he was indeed better now... that > he could go home. It'd been so long though that he no longer had a > home to go to. Four years in an institution will do that. Everything > was gone. Family, friends, wife, money... like he'd been to war. They > gave him a hundred dollars and a bus ticket anywhere. So he rode that > dog all the way west until the sea stopped it; he could go no further. > > He rented a cheap room above a tavern by the ocean. The sounds of the > waves and the people below lulled him to sleep at night. He got a job > in the tavern below doing the only thing he knew how to do: cleaning > up after others. He noticed the light in their eyes changing as they > grew drunk with liquor, meaner, uglier. They made messes on purpose > just to see him clean it up. But he never grew angry. He just did what > he did and he did it with a smile on his face. A smile only an insane > man could wear properly. > > She worked as a bar maid and her name was Lisa. All the men called her > Mona, though, especially after they'd had a few, and they laughed > about it and slapped their knees as they did so like it was the > funniest thing. He didn't get the joke but then again he'd never been > to a museum and he'd forgotten all the art he'd ever been taught. Lisa > didn't like it. But, like him, she never let on. She just smiled and > did what she did. He noticed that it was a smile a lot like his. > > > > > On Tue, Jul 12, 2011 at 10:17 PM, 118 <[email protected]> wrote: >> Once he had lived with his new awareness and gotten used to it, he >> wished to share it with others. When the breakdown first happened, he >> was left without ability to share what he saw. Gradually, he had >> recovered from the original shock, and spent time with his new >> awareness trying to understand it. Now he fully understood it, >> although not with words, but did not know how to communicate it. >> >> There was a wide divide between his personal understanding and its >> agreement in the Social Layer, which is where he wanted to place it. >> He felt alone, and wanted it discussed between other people. Every >> word that he thought of as part of a description was insufficient, and >> just plain wrong. He read how others had done it, but did not have >> the patience for all the questions that would spring forth. However, >> he also did not want to remain alone with his new understanding. >> >> He sat in front of the computer and surfed around. He found a nice >> slide show that kind of was in tune with his awareness. A little more >> surfing brought forth the perfect music to expand upon the slide show. >> Visual and auditory, was that enough? He was feeling something >> similar but much much more intense. He opened the window a bit to let >> the night air in. Yes! That was it, that cool breeze fit right in. >> Not only that but the night blooming jasmine was expressing itself >> fully at that time. But how many people know about that breeze and >> that smell. >> >> He decided that he could not share it over the computer. He would >> have to wander the lands and find people who he could show directly. >> An while such a journey seemed long, he knew that by doing it that >> way, he would no longer feel alone. >> >> >> >> On Tue, Jun 14, 2011 at 12:37 PM, 118 <[email protected]> wrote: >>> Hi All, >>> It has been said that communication through writing lies within the >>> realm of static quality. Certainly it can be said that it is based on >>> Subject/Object grammar. How then do we point to dynamic quality, >>> without getting stuck in these circular discussions which only point >>> towards themselves? >>> >>> I propose that there is a method in writing which is based on Dynamic >>> Quality. In fact there are many methods being used today with such a >>> basis. Train of thought, or automatic writing is one of those. Often >>> I have to read my posts after I have written them to see what I said. >>> In this way writing is more like talking in the present tense, in the >>> moment. >>> >>> So, what does this look like when we are relating something that >>> happened in the past? Well, we must remember that things that >>> happened in the past were happening in the present at one time. By >>> present I mean that infinitesimal (non-existent) fraction of time that >>> we live in. In order to explain this, I will use an example that has >>> nothing to do with MoQ, since that is much more difficult. I will >>> choose the following sentence written in standard past-tense grammar, >>> and convert it to dynamic quality format. >>> >>> "The lovestruck man swam across the cold river to be with his expectant >>> lover." >>> >>> OK with that? Now here is the Dynamic Quality Format: >>> >>> "Feeling alone and despondent, the intensity of desire was building. >>> Each step brought him closer to that object of his desire until he was >>> met by a cold river which presented a barrier. Yet, his wanting >>> pushed him forward. As he entered, the cold began to travel up his >>> body until he was completely free of suffocating heat. Arm over arm >>> he entered into a mesmerized state where each moment was unique and >>> separate from the previous. He had no idea how long he was in this >>> state, but found himself surfacing at the shore, and the spellbinding >>> cold was replaced slowly with heat once more. This much closer, he >>> moved slowly towards that which he sought in order to satisfy the >>> longing which had held him for so long. This was the woman who was >>> expecting him." >>> >>> So, why do I call this "writing in Dynamic Quality format"? It is >>> simply because as one read this, everything is opening up to the >>> reader as happening in the moment. The subjects and objects are >>> revealed as they happen. It is not until the end of the sentence that >>> the beginning is defined. This is the way life works if we live in >>> the dynamic moment. Each moment defines those that occurred >>> previously. >>> >>> Give it a try and see what you guys come up with! >>> >>> Cheers, >>> Mark >>> >> Moq_Discuss mailing list >> Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. >> http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org >> Archives: >> http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ >> http://moq.org/md/archives.html >> > Moq_Discuss mailing list > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > Archives: > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > http://moq.org/md/archives.html ___ Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org/md/archives.html
