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Hi Lizzy,

Blimey, the 'solitude' thread has elongated a bit whilst I was away , and I will need a Greg-post amount of time to catch up with it properly, but I now see from whence your avatar came. Nice of Judith to design you an av. A noble warrior av .

Lefthanded people are frequently very creative and individual aren't they.

Hugs,

Diane,
bog-standard righthanded, sometimes noble, sometimes a bit ignoble.

So we finally made the pub. Cool tonight. Lizzy's avatar so striking. Anyone feel like a Fosters? You've been reciting amazing stuff Jamesy. I wrote this a couple of days ago in the back of the ute

OCTOBER 23


Thirty six mate
and I am here
in this same chair
still waiting for some miracle
You remember
the one I used to talk about
used to play
on that audio system in my car
in the lounge
in your room

I can't tell you
how much I miss this:
It is 4.15am
we are dancing to Chisel
in some run down nightclub
you are through with chemo, again
you taste freedom
I freak out in my burning ego
Do you still dance?

Are you still so proud
of your family?
We argue, we make up
Mum weeps most nights
it soothes her
Your dog is okay
she sleeps beside Buddy now

I write differently
to when you were here
don't think it's as good
Perhaps I slid backwards
been too long without her
Perhaps I've lost faith

Pain can do that
Your uncle
the one who just turned 81
the one interned in the war
couldn't believe in G-d
after they murdered
his parents and sister

And I tell my story
just about daily
to a forum
it alleviates tension
I denounce almost everything
I encounter such fraudulence
It's the cost of losing love
as beautiful as yours


Happy birthday my brother
Love Adam

I'll get the drinks

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"I denounce almost everything
It's the cost of losing love"

I don't know what to say Adam?
I think Katrin summed it up when she said:

"seing the sensitivity, vulnerability and to hold space, whether it is through a conversation or silence, that is true connection."[quote]

So I will sit awhile and " hold space " with my friends here. It is strange, but there is such deep beauty in the melancholy of pain. I learnt that from that woman of the red sands. There is no doubt that love is and "love goes on" (Leonard). It is not that we doubt love; we just miss it deeply.
Pubs and utes and friends are a warm place to "be" (Bernard)
Thanks for the beauty Boss. Mat.

Sorry about the repeats above.
One day I'll learn how to adjust/edit and Quote properly.

Still, perhaps you deserve 3 shots of "spirit/moonshine" Boss!

Mat.

Make that five, Mat . Since I agree with what you've said, if I may attach my name to one of them, that'll leave you four. Fair?

I'm very moved by what you've written about your brother, Adam. I'm deeply sorry you had to lose him. Please know that you still have his love.

Love,
Lizzy

Hi Diane ~

Yes, it was amazingly nice of Judith to design me an avatar. Noble warrior, I like that.

Yes, the thread has elongated . It's a bear catching up, isn't it ? I'm still not there, yet... from Berlin.

Yes, from what I understand, the left-handed ones tend to be unique. I've found it true with the ones I've known, too. It seems the ones who haven't done as well are those whose parents tried to force them out of it and into the norm of right-handedness. Just leave well enough alone and allow the child to flourish in whatever ways Nature, G~d, and parental genes have given him or her. Why create conflict where none existed to begin with... and, at least over here, society is coming round in the design of things to allow for those who are left-handed.

Hugs,
Lizzy

I'll have a Fosters; thanks, Adam... and thanks for your comment on my avatar .

Would you mind reading your poem for your brother out loud for us? Thanks.


~ Lizzy

I'll have a Fosters too thanks Boss
and another poem after we have sung "Delila" a few times.

My my my, Delila
Why why why, Delila.
So... Before..... they come to break down the door.......
forgive me Delila I just.... can't take any-more................!

My round next!!!

Mat I really like your latest poem:

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oops 4

that is the most honest poem about life I have ever read .

Boss, lovely thoughts about your brother there. This may seem like a weird thing to say, but I realised recently that the dead have accepted being dead. We can't imagine that they have because we haven't accepted it. But they have, and I find that really helpful. My cousin and best friend died a year ago this week, and I miss her more than ever, especially not being able to tell her the things that have happened since she left. Life is so precious isn't it?

Mat said:

there is such deep beauty in the melancholy of pain.

Yes, the tender emotions, namely sadness, joy and fear, are all beautiful, and sadness seems to have a depth the other two don't.

Love to all,

Diane

Lizzy, I agree,"catching up" is a rather fanciful notion isn't it?

It was a nightmare when left-handed children were forced to write right-handed. There are a few left-handed people in my family, and those that are left-handed are both dyslexic and rather gifted also. I rather wish I were left-handed, and a noble warrior to boot, but I really must face up to reality instead and get on with my work .

Diane

You are right Diane, they have accepted it. BTW, I'm glad you had a good time in Ireland. Jamesy, before you get the next round, here is that poem you wanted. It's not by me, it's by a man who died. A very special man.


I was lucky to meet such a man

My son questions me
about the Moonlight Sonata.
I say it is by Beethoven
a piano sonata not a concerto,
and he should look up the difference
in a dictionary.
The Shorter Oxford is the best.
I first heard it played
by a young boy with thick fingers
gliding over the black and white keys,
incredibly light and quick as moonlight.
There is a moonlight
that passes through each of us,
you can't look it up
in the Shorter Oxford.
Beethoven was full of it
when he composed the sonata.
It can calm useless passions
and days full of their usual nonsense.
Today I met a taxi-driver
who used to workshop the disabled
in art and craft.
He said creativity and money
do not bed well together.
Government funding stopped
and now he's in a different business.
I tell my son about the taxi-driver.
He says I was lucky to meet such a man.
I ask my son
if he has much work at the moment.
He says that's his business,
but the Moonlight Sonata
is everybody's business.