If it weren't for images, what would we remember?
In the usual spring break fashion, I just went through countless old photos from times not that long ago, but that feel incredibly distant from me now. Although I know that each moment of my life, each person met and experience felt, has led to my life today, it still felt like worlds and lives far from mine were inscribed in those pictures. It's bittersweet to trace yourself through memories that way. Remembering so much good that couldn't last forever as no one instant can.
I've made myself so comfortable now. My life is so simple and easy, in the very way I hoped it could become and chose to make it. But to think of everything that came before-captured or left to abyss of time-feels like a dream. The people and the places all get lost in fiction when lives are encompassed by words and images, but at least we have those tales.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
The beauty of love as it was made to be
While reading Wollstonecraft for my women and politics class, I came upon a depressing statement with something slightly beautiful within it-
When the husband ceases to be a lover — and the time will inevitably come, her desire of pleasing will then grow languid, or become a spring of bitternes; and love, perhaps, the most evanescent of all passions, gives place to jealousy or vanity.
(A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, Wollstonecraft)
I believe that in the 1790's when Wollstonecraft was beginning to speak for women with a strength of voice and passion of equality that one can only admire this was often true. I also believe that the validity of her statement in many relationships throughout the world today is one of our saddest truths ignored.
I later came across a description of a love beginning that captures the very essence of the feeling as I wish we all could not only find, but continue to feel for all eternity in the most intimate place of our hearts-
You were just a boy in a bed in a room. like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, and magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew. (Wasteland, Francesca Lia Block Wasteland)
When the husband ceases to be a lover — and the time will inevitably come, her desire of pleasing will then grow languid, or become a spring of bitternes; and love, perhaps, the most evanescent of all passions, gives place to jealousy or vanity.
(A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, Wollstonecraft)
I believe that in the 1790's when Wollstonecraft was beginning to speak for women with a strength of voice and passion of equality that one can only admire this was often true. I also believe that the validity of her statement in many relationships throughout the world today is one of our saddest truths ignored.
I later came across a description of a love beginning that captures the very essence of the feeling as I wish we all could not only find, but continue to feel for all eternity in the most intimate place of our hearts-
You were just a boy in a bed in a room. like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, and magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew. (Wasteland, Francesca Lia Block Wasteland)
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