Good writing feels like an extra legal crcmstnce of occasion, what else? To eat and like groom, lofts the burden of asking for who are you brushing your hair? Why would that matter, we love our friends beat up when children, but when they reenact it, asking you why are you so make-upped, Ugh, suiiigenerosa, the poor and their counterproductive preferences are supposed to be cast in poured concrete sculptures somewhere, not expressed even as eloquently as Brecht. Look at the news item we turned up in cafe tongue wagging: One of you will read G Stein's wartime writing, come to find out she does those in exactly the dragonfly lyrics of Kerouac. He might be exactly a popularizer of her sentences, but se la guer' damn it what is se la Love? As in all is fair, Se la guerre? In love? They are building a Los Angeles after Bukowkis apocalyptic designs what does send us to the rest of the world where we live to not fail that explosively if at all possible.
C'est la guerre, indeed, but the French have another version which I like: "A la guerre comme à la guerre" which is more like "you gotta do what you gotta do." All's fair in love and war is an expression I don't like much because I feel like it's a joker card for abusive behaviour, but then again, who wouldn't put such a card in their pocket. Aphorisms are dangerous like that.
Thankyou. My quest'n was historically a charged one. Lover of 9 years who I still see and still effects me when she lands a dance figure in lifeGoes to the Door Falls to the floor...as John Ashberry says in a poem by that name. She says c'est la guerre, after 28 years married to her Sweet who has no feelings, clinically. So I always wanted her to exchange that for say, Let's Eat Our Way through life. Which she liked, because we were a team. But now I have the words to change her mind, like, Did we buy tickets to a war? Aren't we really stuck at home base like kitchen duty in our regiment?
Glad I answered your question (?), and enjoyed that short story of a comment, a love story with a sad ending (as far as I can decipher) and my heart goes out to you with confusion and compassion in equal measure.
Good writing feels like an extra legal crcmstnce of occasion, what else? To eat and like groom, lofts the burden of asking for who are you brushing your hair? Why would that matter, we love our friends beat up when children, but when they reenact it, asking you why are you so make-upped, Ugh, suiiigenerosa, the poor and their counterproductive preferences are supposed to be cast in poured concrete sculptures somewhere, not expressed even as eloquently as Brecht. Look at the news item we turned up in cafe tongue wagging: One of you will read G Stein's wartime writing, come to find out she does those in exactly the dragonfly lyrics of Kerouac. He might be exactly a popularizer of her sentences, but se la guer' damn it what is se la Love? As in all is fair, Se la guerre? In love? They are building a Los Angeles after Bukowkis apocalyptic designs what does send us to the rest of the world where we live to not fail that explosively if at all possible.
Thanks man that's high praise (Brecht? Stawpit)
C'est la guerre, indeed, but the French have another version which I like: "A la guerre comme à la guerre" which is more like "you gotta do what you gotta do." All's fair in love and war is an expression I don't like much because I feel like it's a joker card for abusive behaviour, but then again, who wouldn't put such a card in their pocket. Aphorisms are dangerous like that.
Thankyou. My quest'n was historically a charged one. Lover of 9 years who I still see and still effects me when she lands a dance figure in lifeGoes to the Door Falls to the floor...as John Ashberry says in a poem by that name. She says c'est la guerre, after 28 years married to her Sweet who has no feelings, clinically. So I always wanted her to exchange that for say, Let's Eat Our Way through life. Which she liked, because we were a team. But now I have the words to change her mind, like, Did we buy tickets to a war? Aren't we really stuck at home base like kitchen duty in our regiment?
Glad I answered your question (?), and enjoyed that short story of a comment, a love story with a sad ending (as far as I can decipher) and my heart goes out to you with confusion and compassion in equal measure.