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Tony with your permission I will print this one and keep in my scrap book of special reads and needs, for picking me up on down days, great honest write mate. Thank you again. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on November 30, 2006 at 11:51 AM
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Tony, childhood does stay with us until we bend?
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on November 28, 2006 at 5:07 AM
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i was just having these very thoughts yesterday.
posted by
fourcats
on November 28, 2006 at 12:19 AM
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I read this about five times.
My brain was so blanked out, now it makes sense...sorry to be slow to respond. I used to follow my little brother who spoke to his imaginary friend all day long. My childhood "friend" was a lion who used to chase me everywhere and scare me to bits. This I recall vividly, and I thought trees were policemen. No kidding! I have not changed that much.
The adult world is drudgery, but somewhere tucked away is an untouched dream, in the corner of our imagination. You bring balance and perspective between the childlike world of innocence and happiness and the adulthood. We spend the best part of our adult lives recapturing the wonders of childhood, which is a sweet irony in itself.
You must reread the "Petit Prince", it touches on just what you are saying in your sonnet. Tu l'as lu en français, c'est magnifique.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 28, 2006 at 12:13 AM
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That's right. Really, all i mean to say, is...
...Imagination was important when we were young, and it was enough to keep us happy then, when we had little else, so let's keep imagination alive. Imagination is bound up with hope, but even without hope of a specific goal being attained, we can 'imagine' it and be temporarily happy, like when we were playing games in the fields. Perhaps I haven't yet managed to say all there is to be said about the therapeutic importance of imagination. I might do another one on the subject tomorrow, if I don't get any better ideas...!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 27, 2006 at 4:29 PM
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I like this and I think. . .
that the shared characteristic of most writers is that they refuse to say goodbye to the "imaginary friend of childhood." Though life goes fast and seems to require constant work and money, maybe simplification is the key.
posted by
stbond
on November 27, 2006 at 3:58 PM
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Tony
Trying to keep up with others is to hard of a job if your not satisfied and grateful with what you have then I feel sorry for you , I knew a couple just like that always had to have the best of everything , The funny thing is they had no love for each other, I don't have the best material things , But I have the greatest love
posted by
Kat02
on November 27, 2006 at 3:40 PM
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Tony,
this is a delight to read. I don't know about you, but I can't remember an imaginary friend, but I do remember running in fields, and muddy knees... which were often bleeding too, but who noticed the odd scratch while picking blackberries? Happy days...
Did you ever see Blue Remembered Hills? That was a really interesting film; very amusing to watch adults playing seven-year-olds, and then you found yourself forgetting they were grown men and women. Fascinating.
posted by
mneme
on November 27, 2006 at 3:24 PM
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Tony
It's ever so important that we
do hang on to some of those memories from a "simpler" time - childhood fun - because the reality of day to day living can seem ever so foreboding at times. Between children, bills, a false sense of "keeping up with the Jones", or the commercial affront of this time of year, it can all seem pretty overwhelming and it's so easy to lose sight of the simple joys in life.
posted by
Troosha
on November 27, 2006 at 3:01 PM
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ha ha funny...
Bon appétit.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 27, 2006 at 2:09 PM
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I could ask my noisy neighbours for the recipe.
We could just shout at each other thru the wall. Seriously, i'm gone!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 27, 2006 at 2:07 PM
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sorry I have run out of dumplings.
You ate the last ones, I think, I'll ask Mrs Liu, her recipe, but it is in Chinese. So go grab some cold flaccid lettuce out of Mr Frosty Freggo.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 27, 2006 at 1:53 PM
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Oh no, sorry to hear that.
Take it easy, then. I'm going to have to 'blog off' in a minute - I've been hard at 'work' doing one thing and another and I really need to eat something!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 27, 2006 at 1:49 PM
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no worries, I am back at home.
more pain, and absolutely no gain!
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 27, 2006 at 1:47 PM
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Marie-Claire, watch out, there's someone behind you!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 27, 2006 at 1:13 PM
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Hello.
just sneaking a look, will talk to you later.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 27, 2006 at 12:20 PM
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