Quotedium Update 91.007.10×8

This spring has been wet and yes — even — imagine — foggy. All the rain has been sweet and surprising. The fog came up from the ground after a wet snow on warm streets and rose from plowed fields to meet with low clouds.

Now summer seems to be determined to arrive and I have spent two days “farming.” Not really farming, but out there farming. All the beans are up. I planted zucchini yesterday. Mowed the front yard and dealt with last years and, possibly, this years, front yard wildflower gardens. The iris is blooming, the lilacs are extraordinary this year and very fragrant in the night air, especially the white lilac by my front door. I had a poetic thought and a first line. It might have been done before, but here goes, “White lilacs now by the front door bloom…” I dunno’. There’s an echo there somewhere, hmmmm…

Elise (my esteemed colleague in the laundry area, a new washer/dryer combo) continues to perform beautifully which makes me think of clothes. The way she works I could do fine with two pairs of jeans and four shirts unless I had a social life for some reason.

I’m still on a mission to get rid of things. Among my souvenirs is a large manila envelope with a bunch of stuff I published over the years. Why did I save all that? I know why — I was proud of myself and happy to have gotten my words out there where people could read them. I hope people DID read them and, more important, enjoyed them or took away a little something. BUT that pile might have to surrender to the shredder.

I had an interesting conversation with ChatGPT the other evening based on this Rousseau quote,

“As long as we desire, we can do without happiness: we expect to achieve it. If happiness fails to come, hope persists, and the charm of illusion lasts as long as the passion that causes it. So this condition is sufficient in itself, and the anxiety it inflicts is a sort of enjoyment that compensates for reality” Part 6, Letter VII, Jean-Jacques Rousseau,  Julie or The New Heloise

ChatGPT is pretty cool to have a philosophical discussion with because it has no emotional investment in anything. When I first heard that passage read in a film I saw a month or so ago, it resonated strongly with me. I have never “gotten” anywhere. It expresses the idea of being unable to “…get there from here” and it struck me that for some people (me?) what ultimately matters is doing something. Every effort leads to another effort. What do people do when the “get there”? I don’t believe anyone CAN get there. For one thing, the person who set out is not the person who arrives. So now I think I might dispute with Rousseau; that the enjoyment of striving (so-called hopelessly) doesn’t COMPENSATE for reality; it’s enough in and of itself.

I remember some point in school having had to read Keats’ “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” I don’t remember how old I was, but I think it was 9th grade or so when we had to read such (to 9th graders) incomprehensible horrors as Old Man and the Sea, MacBeth, Great Expectations and The Pearl.

I loved Keats’ poem and I think I have just written a little ode of my own to unrealized possibility:

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone…

25 thoughts on “Quotedium Update 91.007.10×8

    • It’s a poem by John Keats called Ode on a Grecian Urn” I link it in there somewhere. It’s a very beautiful poem. If you have the chance look it up! I can only dream of writing something like that 🩷

  1. MAK…”that the enjoyment of striving (so-called hopelessly) doesn’t COMPENSATE for reality; it’s enough in and of itself.” That’s how I feel. Thank you for sharing this. It makes me realize my own “fog” is shared by others~philosophically-speaking. The things blooming around you are beautiful! (I couldn’t give you an echo, …I tried! But I’m too foggy! Lol). About getting rid of things~I understand. And also why things are kept! I love the partner you have doing her job with your minimal wardrobe! I’m preparing for a house full. My “kids” are coming. I overused my back. I used my washer and dryer TOO much with sheets. I have SO much stuff now and I remember well how I felt camping last week and hold on to those minimalistic realities and get ready for lots of hugs. Finn and I love you, Bear, and Teddy! I have to “funnel” search to find you and I love it when I do! 💕🐾🐾💚🙏🏻🧡👏🏻

    • Right? There’s no guarantee that when we go out after something we’re going to find it or that, on reaching it, it will be what we thought it would be or we would be who we thought we were. 🤣 💚 🐾🐾 Love from us three to you and Big Enough.

      • Yes!! When I thought of you when camping I thought of a conversation in writing “that sometimes just having the dream is as good as reaching it” or something like that, lol. I came home and had more “contentment” about my current situation. It took me getting out and going “back” to “see” in a new way. Although, nature will always be home to me. It’s ironic, MAK, like most of life, I couldn’t “achieve” with someone else and perhaps it’s because that someone else just couldn’t dream ANYTHING ~reality or not~there wasn’t even enjoyment in STRIVING, lol. I’m soaking in the giggles of 1, 2, and 3, year olds ABOUT to be 2 , 3, and 4 years old. They’re already little dreamers and they warm my heart. And the weekend will end with Good X, stepmom of 21 years, having me over with ALL of them for a BBQ. That is definitely not what I thought it’d be many moons ago. I’m still alone, yet, I think I’ve reached exactly where I need to at least keep striving. Lol. We speak of you to family as if they know you, too. I think they do now! 🥰 much love this Memorial Weekend from Big Enough and me to you 3. Big big hugs too! ❤️🥰🥾🥾🐾🐾🐾💛💛💚

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