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  • mer_e_jo
    I wonder. What would it be like not to be so concerned about how others think and feel; to prefer not to be understood and defined by others; to allow others
    Message 1 of 3 , Dec 1, 2005
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      I wonder. What would it be like not to be so concerned about how
      others think and feel; to prefer not to be understood and defined by
      others; to allow others to be other. "I wanna find one face that
      ain't lookin' through me . . ." If we spent more time trying to fit
      into the natural scheme of things; attempting to sense our roots in
      the earth before we are absorbed by it. We can't control the
      elements, but we think we can control human beings who are needlessly
      confused and complex. Not dictating, just wondering, imagining.

      No poetic fantasy
      but a biological reality,

      a fact: I am an entity
      like bird, insect, plant

      or sea-plant cell;
      I live; I am alive;

      take care, do not know me
      deny me, do not recognise me

      shun me; for this reality
      is infectious - ecstasy.


      H.D.
      The Flowering of the Rod, Part 9
      Collected Poems 1912-1944
      New Directions Books
      New York, 1986

      Mary
    • louise
      ... This might be one point of departure, Mary Jo, for civil argument, if that is where it must start. I admit to being often confused - and also to know why
      Message 2 of 3 , Dec 1, 2005
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        > We can't control the elements, but we think we can control human
        > beings who are needlessly confused and complex.


        This might be one point of departure, Mary Jo, for civil argument,
        if that is where it must start. I admit to being often confused -
        and also to know why that is - complex, as well, yes, like every
        human life. What I don't understand are your pronouns. Reads to
        me, an individualist and liberal, like a socialistic statement in
        the political realm. Those who think they can control human beings
        are my enemies. I may not love contemporary democracy - it is such
        a sham, so cruel - but I do love freedom. Each man, each woman,
        must think for his own self. I like the sentence I just wrote,
        though grammatically it is not quite logical. It is tension I
        trust, not ease, in philosophical waters. Because I am
        existentialist. Definitely not a game, nor a gentle discipline.
        Reality is where I start. That hurts so much, it leads me into
        confusion.

        Louise
        ... unpolitical thinker
      • Exist List Moderator
        ... One of the great lies we tell ourselves: I don t care what other people think. Of course we all do, even if we only care what a lover or best friend
        Message 3 of 3 , Dec 2, 2005
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          On Dec 01, 2005, at 5:11, mer_e_jo wrote:

          > I wonder. What would it be like not to be so concerned about how
          > others think and feel; to prefer not to be understood and defined by
          > others; to allow others to be other.

          One of the great lies we tell ourselves: "I don't care what other
          people think." Of course we all do, even if we only care what a lover
          or best friend thinks of us -- we still care. I care a lot about what
          my best friend thinks... I trust her more than I trust my own mind.

          I'd love to not care what my professors and fellow instructors think of
          me. I would love to imagine the opinions of other teachers are
          meaningless. In reality, I must care because I am compared to them when
          new contracts are awarded each semester. We are always being compared
          to others, and we are comparing people. We must make choices, which
          means we have to evaluate and judge other people based on specific
          criteria.

          We are evaluated on scales. I am a better teacher than some, less
          skilled than others. I fall into the spectrum of teachers, just as
          there are ranges of poets, painters, and composers. Sure, I would love
          to say it doesn't matter to me, but it does.

          - C. S. Wyatt
          I am what I am at this moment, not what I was and certainly not all
          that I shall be.
          http://www.tameri.com - Tameri Guide for Writers
          http://www.tameri.com/csw/exist - The Existential Primer
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