Whateverist
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Two discrete ideas reached out to me:
To me, this is the major shortcoming of online communications, this inability to read the body language of the person you're talking with. The little things we try to do to make up for this lack, when the person or the subject is important enough to want to make that effort, and how they still fall short, and sometimes make things worse.
TikTok is a train wreck, feeding narcissism and locking kids into a virtual world they seem happy to be locked into. Where are their parents? Too many of them are on Facebook, or instagram, or YouTube. I've seen kids switch to their practiced insta face when posing for a photo, and then the instant gratification of seeing the result and being either satisfied or disappointed. The impoverishment is real.
I see it in my niece and nephew who are in high school. My brother has real dialogue with both of them and he is their only involved parent but he likes his computer games and accepts their immersion on their phones the way my parents did our immersion in television as kids in the 60's. I don't think he can see it but I also know he is stretched thin, having gotten a raw deal in a marriage to a woman too young and uneducated to know her mind. It is tough times and unlike the past we don't know how it will turn out.
Thank you for the poem. I'll spend more time with it. The poet I've spent the most time with is E.E. Cummings. There are many of his poems which frequently come to mind. The one you shared makes me think of from his work is this one:
I thank You God for most this amazing day
For the leaping greenly spirits of trees
And a blue true dream of sky
And for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes
I who have died am alive again today
And this is the sun's birthday
This is the birth day of life and of love and wings
And of the gay great happening illimitably earth
How should tasting, touching, hearing, seeing, breathing any
Lifted from the no of all nothing
Human merely being doubt unimaginable You?
Now the ears of my ears awake
And now the eyes of my eyes are opened
But another I like a little more is this one:
One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they're loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
From his Six Nonlectures I really like what he says about what a home is or should be. Apparently his family were friends with a number of interesting folks from the times including William James. His father was was a Harvard professor who became known as the minister of South Congregational Church (Unitarian) in Boston. Must have had an interesting life. I like what he has to say about religion and wonder how much he was influenced by William James.