10 Reader Responses

1. mars Says:
   July 12th, 2007 at 10:50 pm

   Maybe it’s all right.
   Maybe we won’t fight, anymore.
   Maybe love is waiting at the end of every room.
   I don’t know.
   I don’t know.
   Maybe it’s all right.
   Maybe maybe is all right.
   http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858595662
   http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/pattygriffin/motherofgod.html

2. % Says:
   July 12th, 2007 at 11:41 pm

   I think you’re an excellent writer. And, you should definitely continue. And if I change my name, you should allow it. But, that’s just my opinion. Tim, you have guided me through some tough times. Keep doing what you’re doing.

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3. sean Says:
   July 12th, 2007 at 11:56 pm

   The weight of the world
   is love.
   Under the burden
   of solitude,
   under the burden
   of dissatisfaction

   the weight,
   the weight we carry
   is love.

   Who can deny?
   In dreams
   it touches
   the body,
   in thought
   constructs
   a miracle,
   in imagination
   anguishes
   till born
   in human–
   looks out of the heart
   burning with purity–
   for the burden of life
   is love,

   but we carry the weight
   wearily,
   and so must rest
   in the arms of love
   at last,
   must rest in the arms
   of love.

   No rest
   without love,
   no sleep
   without dreams
   of love–
   be mad or chill
   obsessed with angels
   or machines,
   the final wish
   is love
   –cannot be bitter,
   cannot deny,
   cannot withhold
   if denied:

   the weight is too heavy

   –must give
   for no return
   as thought
   is given
   in solitude
   in all the excellence
   of its excess.

   The warm bodies
   shine together
   in the darkness,
   the hand moves
   to the center
   of the flesh,
   the skin trembles
   in happiness
   and the soul comes
   joyful to the eye–

   yes, yes,
   that’s what
   I wanted,
   I always wanted,
   I always wanted,
   to return
   to the body
   where I was born.

   San Jose, 1954

4. Svenson Says:
   July 13th, 2007 at 12:57 am

   I’ve been reading sea shanties lately. Don’t forget, the sailor loves the maiden, so early in the morning:
   http://www.contemplator.com/sea/sloves.html
   And if that doesn’t fit, well I guess there is always trusty Leonard Cohen:

   And Jesus was a sailor
   when he walked upon the water
   and he spent a long time watching
   from his lonely wooden tower

   and when he knew for certain
   only drowing men could see him,
   he said ‘all men shall be sailors then
   until the sea shall free them!’

   But he himself was broken,
   long before the sky had opened,
   forsaken, almost human
   he sunk beneath your wisdom like a stone.

   Good luck on your sailing voyage!

5. jwx Says:
   July 13th, 2007 at 1:14 am

   http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/1236/requirements1.html

   Tramp, lunatic and good householder

6. Lilith Says:
   July 13th, 2007 at 8:24 am

   Just be. You search so hard, you ultimately obscure the very thing for which you’re searching. Just be. Not a writer, nor a blogger,nor a lover, not a label, nor something someone can hang on you. Just be, and take it from there. There is this special essence of Timness, all that self investigation is the key to distilling your soul in preparation the way for the holy spirit, or whatever you wish to call the next step of your initiation.

7. Julia Says:
   July 13th, 2007 at 9:02 am

   But what do I have to teach?

   A thirst for knowledge? Some people don’t know that you’re supposed to have your assumptions shaken up every once in a while.

   Maybe being a writer is the wrong direction for me.

   All writers say this.

   What else do I really know?

   You know how to go through a crisis without permanently losing your mind. So far.
   That’s a skill a lot of people I know could use.

   Look, what’s wrong with walking dogs to pay the bills? There are very few dishonorable jobs but a lot of dishonorable ways of doing your job. Dogs are bred for subservience and all they want is a pack to belong to in return. People buy them and coop them up in an apartment. You know how help dogs feel that their lives are worthwhile, that they belong and are loved. That’s a skill!

8. Julia Says:
   July 13th, 2007 at 9:17 am

   This sailing trip may be coming at just the right time for me to either initiate or stave off a total meltdown.

   One of the members of the Lewis + Clark expedition suffered from some sort of mental illness, probably depression. I believe he eventually committed suicide. During the expedition he was fine. Survival instinct, the need to have absolutely every one of your senses running at full capacity to stay alive warded off his problems. He obviously didn’t want to die or he would’ve died during his travels. You’re right to go with the suffering and not deny it but sometimes you need a break.

9. Ted Heistman Says:
   July 13th, 2007 at 11:35 am

   I chilled out for a week and went canoing and got bored.

   The only reason you think so much is that your brain evolved to be a weapon and exert power over others. So if you aren’t waging some militarty campaign to take over the known world you just end up spinning your wheels and inverting all your predatory drives.

   So you need to either get a lobotomy or become Alexander the Great.

10. Ted Heistman Says:
    July 13th, 2007 at 11:38 am

    Of course once you decide to conquer the world, its best to approach it like play, or you get stressed out.

    But seriously though, your brain is a huge weapon. Everything great starts out as a weapon, then gets co-opted for other social uses, like for example, the internet.