i replied to you yesterday but somehow managed to "lose" the text (how is
this even possible?).
I merely wanted to thank you for the kind rseponse and to take the opportunity to amplify
once again how much I love THINGS--especially old venerable things (like old
toys and tools and cutlery and chairs and cars and...well, survivors from ages I undertand better than I do this one. Things before plastic, for example).
Emerson once wrote (in his Ode to William H. Channing, in 1899) that "things are
in the saddle and ride mankind," and while that was clearly a sad development for
Emerson, I feel now--by contrast--that THINGS are at least hard and real, as oppposed to
the poisoned air of corrupt ephemera (the fog of mendacity we all breathe all the time, for example). I wear Things like ornaments on as charm bracelet. Old things I mean.
Ah childhood! There was nothing like it! All those innocent emblems and talismans! Imagination without (much) responibility! I wonder sometimes about the phrase "second childhood" and how it is now almost universally held up as suspicious--if not downright reprehensible? It sounds like a GIFT to me! GMD
not plosted. I resubscribed, gave my email address seven different times, reset my password twice and finally got here but too damned tired
to do anything but maybe try later by email when I'm in a better mood. I have no idea why there were so many obstacles. It never happened before. I'm registering my frustration in case Substack has surveillance lprocedures along with a registration obstacle course. Sigh ...
So wonderful to start my day with this eloquent and moving consideration of toys once creatively used and now lovingly remembered. Thank you !
Hi dear Vera,
i replied to you yesterday but somehow managed to "lose" the text (how is
this even possible?).
I merely wanted to thank you for the kind rseponse and to take the opportunity to amplify
once again how much I love THINGS--especially old venerable things (like old
toys and tools and cutlery and chairs and cars and...well, survivors from ages I undertand better than I do this one. Things before plastic, for example).
Emerson once wrote (in his Ode to William H. Channing, in 1899) that "things are
in the saddle and ride mankind," and while that was clearly a sad development for
Emerson, I feel now--by contrast--that THINGS are at least hard and real, as oppposed to
the poisoned air of corrupt ephemera (the fog of mendacity we all breathe all the time, for example). I wear Things like ornaments on as charm bracelet. Old things I mean.
I sort of (sort of) apologize for the rant.
Cranky Love from G
Such an eloquent toast to your rusty plane.
Yeh well, wasn't it Picasso who said "rust is the artist's friend"?
Oh no, wait, what he said was "DUST is the artist's friend."
Damn.
Love from
G
A touching tribute to childhoods past and their objects that provoke our memories and ruminations. Thanks!
Ah childhood! There was nothing like it! All those innocent emblems and talismans! Imagination without (much) responibility! I wonder sometimes about the phrase "second childhood" and how it is now almost universally held up as suspicious--if not downright reprehensible? It sounds like a GIFT to me! GMD
I heartily agree! Second childhoods are, indeed, a gift to be savoured…especially if they lead to laughter and smiles ;-))
Sure!!
Love to you n' Chris. G
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not plosted. I resubscribed, gave my email address seven different times, reset my password twice and finally got here but too damned tired
to do anything but maybe try later by email when I'm in a better mood. I have no idea why there were so many obstacles. It never happened before. I'm registering my frustration in case Substack has surveillance lprocedures along with a registration obstacle course. Sigh ...
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I enjoyed reading this, Gary!