I’’ve been reading Kundera’s Ignorance for the past few days (it’s ridiculously short, but I only get to read for a few minutes at a time) and have decided that it is by far the best best-book-ever book ever. Only, it has brought to my attention that I shall never love again the new, the strange, the unfamiliar. I will be inspired to love only to the extent that I will be inspired to nostalgia; the two emotions are indistinguishable to me. All nostalgic memory has a sweetness to it, and only that which reminds me of my former loves holds any new interest to me. If I love you now, it is only because I once loved someone much like you some time before, even if it was you in the past.
NP: The Samples, African Ivory
I’m such a retard. So this is where one comments. I am commenting.
Comment by WilliamBlake—November 21, 2002 @ 8:04 pm
The painting is coming along. Just thought I’d tease you.
Comment by WilliamBlake—November 21, 2002 @ 8:10 pm
No, no, Michael, don’t believe that drivel. I’ve had plenty of loves and each was very different. I had my favorites, of course, as well as those whom, I guarantee, I would never love again in any way shape or form. But my love today is not even like my past favorite loves, with one exception – all guitar players. But I’m a guitar player, so I have a keen penchant for other guitar players. But other than that, all very, very different. Always strive to love the new, strange and unfamiliar. It will keep you from getting old. 😉
Comment by Cyndie—December 3, 2003 @ 12:43 am
No, no, Michael, don’t believe that drivel. I’ve had plenty of loves and each was very different. I had my favorites, of course, as well as those whom, I guarantee, I would never love again in any way shape or form. But my love today is not even like my past favorite loves, with one exception – all guitar players. But I’m a guitar player, so I have a keen penchant for other guitar players. But other than that, all very, very different. Always strive to love the new, strange and unfamiliar. It will keep you from getting old. 😉
Comment by Cyndie—December 3, 2003 @ 12:44 am