I think most people want to be that playful dog in the field without a care...except perhaps thinking about the next faithful act to satisfy a partner, a friend, a close family member...
But it takes courage to act so completely in the moment and in accordance to whatever values define life. It is far easier to wander the path of least resistance.
Yes, you’ve got that right, Mary. Those seemly ones sound like the proverbial bunch of stuffed shirts.
I love the way you describe the unseemly, totally free spirits, unaware of themselves, almost embarrassingly so. …slobbering, desperate for attention, on their back, mouths open, kicking the air, in ecstasy. You gotta love it. I wish I could do it, but I would need to assume the persona of someone other than myself. I’ll have to work on that. I also love the line, “I love you …beyond bacon”. That’s a good one.
When I read the question, “Which one are you?” a quote by Salman Rushdie came to mind. His focus was on a somewhat different crowd of people and the tone is more serious, but I like his question at the beginning:
“What kind of idea are you?” Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody-minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool notion that would rather break than sway with the breeze?--- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but, the hundredth time, will change the world.”
I think you're doing your part to change the world, Mary, one poem, one essay at a time right here on "The Art of Freedom." Thank you.
With ya, joyfully unseemly, always <3
Thanks so much for this piece Mary...
I think most people want to be that playful dog in the field without a care...except perhaps thinking about the next faithful act to satisfy a partner, a friend, a close family member...
But it takes courage to act so completely in the moment and in accordance to whatever values define life. It is far easier to wander the path of least resistance.
Yes, you’ve got that right, Mary. Those seemly ones sound like the proverbial bunch of stuffed shirts.
I love the way you describe the unseemly, totally free spirits, unaware of themselves, almost embarrassingly so. …slobbering, desperate for attention, on their back, mouths open, kicking the air, in ecstasy. You gotta love it. I wish I could do it, but I would need to assume the persona of someone other than myself. I’ll have to work on that. I also love the line, “I love you …beyond bacon”. That’s a good one.
When I read the question, “Which one are you?” a quote by Salman Rushdie came to mind. His focus was on a somewhat different crowd of people and the tone is more serious, but I like his question at the beginning:
“What kind of idea are you?” Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody-minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool notion that would rather break than sway with the breeze?--- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but, the hundredth time, will change the world.”
I think you're doing your part to change the world, Mary, one poem, one essay at a time right here on "The Art of Freedom." Thank you.
Beyond bacon: such a claim of love!
(I'm quite unseemly.)