tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post482782372499682233..comments2023-07-21T05:31:02.451+02:00Comments on A Year with Rilke: With Each ThingRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-14747300553432125832011-06-21T15:30:54.465+02:002011-06-21T15:30:54.465+02:00" naked neighborliness" love it- and the..." naked neighborliness" love it- and the painting <br />of course, a long time favorite. Thanks!izzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-14905144107874280812011-06-20T21:55:03.520+02:002011-06-20T21:55:03.520+02:00I love this quote. I have often tried to suppress...I love this quote. I have often tried to suppress my longings in busy-ness and now, to write a poem about it. xjJenne' R. Andrews https://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-40511536286017087192011-06-20T16:50:08.238+02:002011-06-20T16:50:08.238+02:00i've been thinking of longing a great deal lat...i've been thinking of longing a great deal lately. it is perhaps only half of the equation though, for the rose is a rose. we are so full of ourselves to believe that is not when we do not want it. but it goes on being a rose independent of us. i think even rilke might admit that. this strikes me as a mood for him, not perhaps a universal truth. but it is still a mood that upon reading i initially believed to be brilliant.<br /><br />i wonder on violence though, on the ugly aspects of living. how would he reconcile longing with this? longing for domination perhaps?<br /><br />longing does drive us onward though. longing has fingers. it crawls forward.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-65088147135797096212011-06-20T16:36:09.802+02:002011-06-20T16:36:09.802+02:00I feel this longing for each things' thingness...I feel this longing for each things' thingness very, very keenly. I tend to be like Steven's father with things left half-forgotten. But I also find intense pleasure in rediscovering those things, and re-examining it more closely, in the next spiral of existence, the next and closer look, through eyes that have gained a little understanding, from many days of looking and many nights of sleep.<br /><br />And yes, how do we choose what we long to look at more closely? At times it seems so random, just whatever is fated to come our way. But certain things rise above the rest in relief, and we finger them and sing their song above other things. This is such a mystery to me. A beautiful one.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-71652258074866959272011-06-20T14:42:13.038+02:002011-06-20T14:42:13.038+02:00To measure the world in terms of one's longing...To measure the world in terms of one's longings — that is a profound thought. Are we anything more that what we long for?Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-50965560404763071942011-06-20T12:54:26.846+02:002011-06-20T12:54:26.846+02:00my father was so like that, immersed in the experi...my father was so like that, immersed in the experiencing of something. lost in love with whatever had caught his attention, and then just as suddenly there would be a pile of finished and forgotten books, tools, a car, whatever it was ... forgotten. i think what threw him off initially about being a father and a husband was that those things stuck around!! stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-75713755617443119932011-06-20T06:00:47.288+02:002011-06-20T06:00:47.288+02:00i like the thought of meauring things by the longi...i like the thought of meauring things by the longing. but after that it becomes pure fantasy.a wish before nooding off that can never be true. experoence tells me so.<br />LWLWnoreply@blogger.com