most beautiful book
Friday, September 12th, 2008
A Century in Crisis: Modernity and Tradition in the Art of Twentieth-Century China by Julia F. Andrews
My review
rating: 5 of 5 starsMost beautiful book i have ever viewed.View all my reviews.
A Century in Crisis: Modernity and Tradition in the Art of Twentieth-Century China by Julia F. Andrews
My review
rating: 5 of 5 starsMost beautiful book i have ever viewed.View all my reviews.
The book, Love in the time of Cholera caused this terrible longing which wouldnt go away, perpetual, i actually realized that i felt comfortable in its overwhelming blanket. Comfortable longing, no risk of loss.
Looking back at the four main characters well five.
You got the buddy, the Woman he loves, her dad and the doctor she marries.
The buddy wants to be with the Woman
Her dad says no and takes her away.
The Woman keeps up with the buddy.
Then she sees the buddy, wosh- slip away
Then a similarity to midnights children except without the sheet
The doctor attends the woman
Likes what he finds
the Womans’ dad works his magic again only in the opposite way he did with the simple buddy.
She says hell no, then they finally go
The buddy miserable as can be
Sleeps with all the women outside of his brothel
for a long time.
The doctor and Woman come back from Europe with babies.
happy as can be
doc sleeps meets this woman he cant pass up.
so he goes for it
Woman goes to visit family
doc brings her home
The End
The buddy did get a mirror as a consolation.
The moral of the story is that if you keep your gaze of love set on one who passes up your chance, you gain a perpetual sweater of longing. You find yourself attempting to replace the sweater with the comfort of woman after woman never able to find something as snug.
Lets be daring and say two people can be made for each other, lobsters. Their quality of life increases and they become better individuals through one anothers company. They both have complete faith, respect, attraction, intimacy in one another.
At some point its a pure numbers game. If you think of all the souls in the world, two souls finding each other and matching up is very good probability. The quality of that match, well thats another story. Age of souls requires that much higher selectivity. At an old age, Lessons dont need to be revisited, previous mistakes have been changed. Karmic Debts paid, the realization that we made the choice to experience this experience is real. So we play this complex match game, comparing all distinctions.
The match game
Attraction - Sexual, fluidity, grace
Respect - forthright, intellect, flexible, motivation
Social - hobbies, friends, sports, animals, places
Intimacy - Ability to cross common lines, break social mores
Financial - Stability, Ability and Growth Potential
Faith - Open, Common belief system/practices
Very intense, even without the complications in the flow of information gathering.
To Certain Intellectuals
You are no friend of mine.
For I am poor,
Black,
Ignorant and Slow,-
Not Your Kind.
You Yourself
Have told me so, -
No friend of mine.
- Langston Hughes
Wake
Tell all my mourners
To mourn in red-
Cause there ain’t no sense
In my bein’ Dead
- LH
the strangest thing happened to me today.
and no it had nothing to do with pirateology, thank goodness.
your guess is as good as mine. Scientology for pirates?
I was hanging out with a friend today at Crooker Park, we were in barnes and noble. The one table was covered completely with a single title. Love in the time of Cholera. So i say to her, have you ever read this? She says no, and tells me it was the book from serendipity. So of course, one can understand why this caused me pause.
Earlier during lunch we were talking about fly fishing, which turned into a conversation about the movie catch and release (quality film). She is telling me how she was talking to her mom, telling her mom how nothing like that ever happens to her. Her mom reminded her that the girl in the movie lost her fiance on her wedding day.
Amazing.. Longing…
even after a proposal…
If it is meant to be, so shall it be?
Divorce
of course?
This could turn into an excellent poem
tonight, reading