tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post114459978282912292..comments2024-02-19T16:20:08.130-06:00Comments on almost literary: AttachmentKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653535953278952618noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1144763731745243932006-04-11T08:55:00.000-05:002006-04-11T08:55:00.000-05:00Interesting.I've never applied this philosophy to ...Interesting.<BR/><BR/>I've never applied this philosophy to art. But it makes sense.<BR/><BR/>I more often apply this thought process to getting ready on a Friday night. All the girls come over and we wrestle for room in the tiny bathroom mirror. Piles of jeans begin to stack on the bed as I spin for my girlfriends, trying to decide which makes my ass look the best. <BR/><BR/>There is always one anxious woman, pushing us all to get out the door and get to the party.<BR/><BR/>But I look at her and say, "Sometimes the process is more important then the party."<BR/><BR/>Word.Pop Culture Casualtyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416606535338340018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1144703466912730382006-04-10T16:11:00.000-05:002006-04-10T16:11:00.000-05:00i have lost almost every journal i have ever writt...i have lost almost every journal i have ever written, hundreds upon hundreds of pages of recorded thought and emotion, places, people etc. i can honestly say that i do not miss them. i may mourn them, but there's a weird relief that comes. the seperation of the process from the outcome. my words my drawing my thoughts will slowly fade out and eventually atrophy from existence like everything else. losing my journals made the tragedy of mortality an easier thing to accept.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1144695025866005722006-04-10T13:50:00.000-05:002006-04-10T13:50:00.000-05:00I think I see it from both sides--teacher and stud...I think I see it from both sides--teacher and student. I've been writing since the 7th grade. I had written a few stories that I ended up tossing out because they totally sucked. Now, of course, I try to remember to save everything because I learn from past writings and might possibly be able to use them a second or third time.GeminiWisdomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13261851580583574204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1144672608996345122006-04-10T07:36:00.000-05:002006-04-10T07:36:00.000-05:00it's hard to release your attachment to anything. ...it's hard to release your attachment to anything. or to recognize that you are attached unnecessarily.<BR/><BR/>thanks.pookaluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17647584778392550880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1144635402229045242006-04-09T21:16:00.000-05:002006-04-09T21:16:00.000-05:00Nice, vivid writing, K. I could really hear the d...Nice, vivid writing, K. I could really hear the different voices...and I love the shiny black hair being like an animal pelt. As always, a pleasure.<BR/><BR/>integratedbC's Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00375968201150339066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1144629843572311212006-04-09T19:44:00.000-05:002006-04-09T19:44:00.000-05:00K, I understand your teacher's point. It might we...K, I understand your teacher's point. It might well explain why I am still happy despite losing my car. Especially, since I no longer have to maintain it. *grin*<BR/><BR/>Considering that we all end up dead at some point, I can see how the journey takes you from place to place may be far more important than what is at the end, regardless of what one believes in.Granthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1144620369087543762006-04-09T17:06:00.000-05:002006-04-09T17:06:00.000-05:00The acceptance of being satisfied with the journey...The acceptance of being satisfied with the journey... <BR/><BR/>Call me selfish, but I feel we should still indulge ourselves the sense of accomplishment of the end product. I would have felt the same sense of loss.<BR/><BR/>and thanks for not laughing AT me! :)Oobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18245369611640774123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1144613846995547922006-04-09T15:17:00.000-05:002006-04-09T15:17:00.000-05:00I'd have told the teacher that she could be Buddhi...I'd have told the teacher that she could be Buddhist all she wanted but that you aren't and kept the 1st painting. Having just taken up painting, I am pleased with all my attempts so far - not enough to hang them but because each is a milestone. Although I may eventually paint over them as canvas is relatively expensive - I have already taken photos. I look at my work as being similar to having children. Going through pregnancy and labour are only a joy because of the reward of the child that you love with all your heart regardless of imperfections.Jeanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15320507412459242451noreply@blogger.com