Comments on: From where I sit

By: Jarrett

Jarrett — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 12:03:14 +0000

I like how the titmouse studying its reflection is echoed in the robot in the next post.

But I don’t weep for the land under your house. It has plenty of time.

By: How to Save the World

How to Save the World — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 03:03:31 +0000

Links of the Week — Saturday February 7, 2009…

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By: Dave

Dave — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 04:20:59 +0000

dale – I knew we had a lot in common.

One could say the same thing about trees.

Deb – Yes, nowadays most ruins are biohazards, for sure. That doesn’t stop them from being attractive, though, does it? (Hmm. i know people like that…)

beth – Thanks.

robin andrea – That’s a good thing to wish for. I am glad you at least still have some idealism intact.

By: robin andrea

robin andrea — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 23:34:00 +0000

I want animals to see me, but I don’t want to pet them. I want us to pass each other like strangers with a mutual nod of our heads in recognition of something.

By: beth

beth — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 22:53:33 +0000

Well, if someone had to be left, I’m glad it was you. Good post, Dave.

By: Deb

Deb — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 17:26:49 +0000

(I find myself wishing for modern ruins, yet fear leaching chemicals.)

To observe. Yes, that is enough most times.

By: dale

dale — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 05:49:09 +0000

Once when I was in my teens, for several hours I was convinced that everyone but me had already gone to heaven, leaving behind only some sort of solid hologram. I was excited: I pictured myself being like the Wandering Jew of legend, all alone with the earth.

That sounds so very like me in my teens. I would have had exactly the same response, too.

Ruins are like skeletons: they show the passage of time on a scale that most people have trained themselves to ignore. We can see beyond the human timescale, if we want to. But we seldom want to. Being dead, sure, we all think of that from time to time. But what of being long dead? Twenty years dead, forty, five hundred? We all will be that long dead, sometime. And there’s interesting things to be seen from that perspective.

By: Dave

Dave — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 04:38:50 +0000

No, ground floor, believe it or not. The crawl space is indeed right under me. The doorway to the living room is to my left, so i can see out on the porch; the portico door and another window are at the end of the room ahead; another pair of windows is to the right; and if I swivel around, I can see through the kitchen and out the kitchen window.

It felt truer to say life sentence than death sentence, though in the long term i suppose you’re right. I think of land as the earth in a human time-frame, but maybe that’s just me.

By: Joan

Joan — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 04:03:34 +0000

A home built to last represents a life sentence for some plot of land — nice phrase but the land will certainly outlast the building, won’t it?
Ok, from this I am guessing your house is 150 years old? Are you writing from a top floor turret? I believe Twain had a special octagonal writing nook built on his sister’s property. You are following in fine footsteps and you are a better poet. (grin)