tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post641823231230337323..comments2024-03-28T02:36:55.037-04:00Comments on Brooklyn Arden: Go, Go, Go, Said the BirdCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05972029478350879112noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-67150179505409366212008-10-29T08:26:00.000-04:002008-10-29T08:26:00.000-04:00What a lovely post. I must read MARCELO--fantastic...What a lovely post. I must read MARCELO--fantastic cover, too!alvinalinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04503984086482905226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-64142613367560488592008-10-28T12:14:00.000-04:002008-10-28T12:14:00.000-04:00I love this post. I remember as a child (I was si...I love this post. I remember as a child (I was sitting in the car looking out at lawn-gnomes on someone's front yard) suddenly having the realization that I would never know what it was like to live as another person--and finding this realization unbearably sad. Maybe this is the reason I became such a compulsive reader and now writer, trying desperately, although it is impossible, to know from the inside what life is like for another person. On an only peripherally related note, Cheryl, I wanted to ask if you are now open to SQUIDS again. You had said you were closed "until October 1," but then later in that post you said: "until further notice." Is it OK to assume that since October 1 is passed you are now open again?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-24984918923331316372008-10-27T08:25:00.000-04:002008-10-27T08:25:00.000-04:00This was in the NY Times this weekend. Charles Ish...This was in the NY Times this weekend. Charles Isherwood interviewing actor-director Simon McBurney. <BR/><BR/>Here's the link, but this is the section I think is relevant to your post.<BR/><BR/>www.nytimes.com/2008/10/26/theater/26piep.html?_r=1&ref=arts&oref=slogin<BR/><BR/>"Watching Theater<BR/><BR/>The only reality of the theater exists in the mind of the audience. That audience looks collectively at what is going on on the stage and collectively imagines that this is real. ... But what is more fundamental is the notion that when everybody laughs together or, last night, when I heard people around me collectively sobbing, at that moment we are bound together not by our bodies sitting in the theater but by a collective imagination. At that moment we understand the lie that what we think is only our own, that our internal lives are only our own. At that point our collective imaginations become one imagination and my internal life becomes the same as your internal life, which is what Aristotle understood when he analyzed tragedy. It’s a collective act in which we collectively understand something about being a community together. The moment we understand that, feel it, we feel a kind of responsibility in which we must collectively help and take responsibility for each other. That is part of the definition of our humanity and, if you like, if it’s not a contradiction in terms, our animal humanity. Of course, that is part of what “All My Sons” is about."<BR/><BR/>You are my favorite blog-thinker.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-70286888775746872962008-10-26T14:22:00.000-04:002008-10-26T14:22:00.000-04:00I do that a lot, but because it happens so often, ...I do that a lot, but because it happens so often, I usually don't get beyond, say, the person turning back to face his/her flat. The realization is crushing, and when you're sitting in a crowded Bombay train looking at people all around you, and you suddenly catch a glimpse of a person in a distant slum window, your head reels. You're giving shape to this person qand then they're gone in a flash. And you're back to looking at the faces of your co-passengers, and unconsciously forming stories about them. It's exhausting when you realize that you live in an over-populated country.<BR/><BR/>Loved the post, btw. <I> Salt-and-pepper hair; </I> you have a way with words Cheryl, they listen to you.<BR/><BR/>And well, Wi-Fi on a BUS? I'll stop at <I> wow. </I>Sharanyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10854112156033972511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-9451381271090771002008-10-25T10:07:00.000-04:002008-10-25T10:07:00.000-04:00Wow. Great post.Wow. Great post.Stephanie Parsley Ledyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05157035552236330676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-55459213445387654952008-10-24T05:15:00.000-04:002008-10-24T05:15:00.000-04:00This post really touched me. I sent it to my boyfr...This post really touched me. I sent it to my boyfriend.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for your beautiful thoughts, and words, and sharing them on your blog.<BR/><BR/>RossRosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853669738347817795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-12110478661713356932008-10-23T23:34:00.000-04:002008-10-23T23:34:00.000-04:00I love this post, also. Your parents raised you we...I love this post, also. Your parents raised you well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-5711945546115352452008-10-23T23:29:00.000-04:002008-10-23T23:29:00.000-04:00I loved this post!Can't wait to hear you in person...I loved this post!<BR/><BR/>Can't wait to hear you in person at Prairie Writer's Day.<BR/><BR/>Jim DanielsonJim Danielsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12823505566059392116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-81462919138973773922008-10-23T23:26:00.000-04:002008-10-23T23:26:00.000-04:00This is a wonderful post. I was raised this way. I...This is a wonderful post. I was raised this way. It may seem odd, as my mother is an Obsessive Compulsive, but she always taught me to put myself in another person's "shoes." <BR/><BR/>For some reason, my husband cannot do this, although he believes in all the things I believe in; as in the right to marry the person you love, and the right to equality in life. I feel sorry for him, as he is missing so much by not being able to see behind eyes other than his own.SAVanVleckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16526439123724746902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-79940904690173695202008-10-23T17:15:00.000-04:002008-10-23T17:15:00.000-04:00I've had a very similar experience in the half-rea...I've had a very similar experience in the half-real last miles of a marathon, when the race quiets and my mind quiets, and everything goes bright and clear and far away. When the road is lined with spectators and I lock eyes with some of them, the realization that each of them has dreams and disappointments, thoughts and depth of wonder on the same scale as me, is truly dizzying. <BR/><BR/>Not to mention exhausting; I too can't imagine experiencing that richness all the time. But how lucky we are to be able to brush against it occasionally.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the inspirational post.S R Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08934872671798326776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-785018761039474282008-10-23T12:52:00.000-04:002008-10-23T12:52:00.000-04:00I just finished reading Ta-Nehisi's blog and all t...I just finished reading Ta-Nehisi's blog and all the comments. Beautiful, thoughtful, inspiring, tear jerker, and must read are not adequate descriptive words for this posting. If you decide to read all the comments (and I do recommend it) - pack a lunch! There are tons of 'em!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-56946806114038987122008-10-23T12:28:00.000-04:002008-10-23T12:28:00.000-04:00Beautifully written! I wish there was more of thi...Beautifully written! I wish there was more of this idea being talked about. That my reality is not everyone's reality. It really helps one care for another in much deeper ways.<BR/><BR/>Thank you!woodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09041340825619131257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-62175743728896296202008-10-23T11:06:00.000-04:002008-10-23T11:06:00.000-04:00Hooray for MARCELO! If you haven't read it yet, r...Hooray for MARCELO! If you haven't read it yet, read it NOW!!!<BR/><BR/>It's the best book I've read all year, I think -- thoughtful, down-to-earth, lovely, tangy, heartbreaking, smart and vulgar (in parts -- to hilarious effect). And unlike anything you've probably read.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-83006016436252796912008-10-23T06:33:00.000-04:002008-10-23T06:33:00.000-04:00I had that thought and realization while sitting i...I had that thought and realization while sitting in Rome once, and it almost blew my mind.Jeremiahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17224235558625382738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074861.post-60500162451016905262008-10-23T01:42:00.000-04:002008-10-23T01:42:00.000-04:00I love this post.Thank you :)Lovely!I love this post.<BR/><BR/>Thank you :)<BR/>Lovely!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com