Sunday, January 15, 2017
Anne Truitt, Daybook,quote
"Unless we are very, very careful, we doom each other by holding onto images of one another based on preconceptions that are in turn based on indifference to what is other than ourselves.
This indifference can be, in its extreme, a form of murder and seems to me a rather common phenomenon.
We claim autonomy for ourselves and forget that in so doing we can fall into the tyranny of defining other people as we would like them to be.
By focusing on what we choose to acknowledge in them, we impose an insidious control on them.
I notice that I have to pay careful attention in order to listen to others with an openness that allows them to be as they are, or as they think themselves to be.
The shutters of my mind habitually flip open and click shut, and these little snaps form into patterns I arrange for myself.
The opposite of this inattention is love, is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery."
Anne Truitt,Daybook
this hits right in the centre of many failings for deeper understanding...
This indifference can be, in its extreme, a form of murder and seems to me a rather common phenomenon.
We claim autonomy for ourselves and forget that in so doing we can fall into the tyranny of defining other people as we would like them to be.
By focusing on what we choose to acknowledge in them, we impose an insidious control on them.
I notice that I have to pay careful attention in order to listen to others with an openness that allows them to be as they are, or as they think themselves to be.
The shutters of my mind habitually flip open and click shut, and these little snaps form into patterns I arrange for myself.
The opposite of this inattention is love, is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery."
Anne Truitt,Daybook
this hits right in the centre of many failings for deeper understanding...
when i watched tv
when i watched tv
i thought o yes, i see
i saw god, he looked
as you and me
o, i said, tell me
i wanted to know
so many things
and where my journey
ends. blabla he said
and looked the same
as the devil ,you and me,
blabla he said
i asked, well, are you
Donald Trump or who.
Blabla he said.
Well, why should i know.
It was not a good show.
The neon light chiseled
his face into distortion
and i said: who who who
are you. i don't know,
he said, but you will die.
I don't mind, i said,
but i am a liar.
i started to lie sitting
on my potty as a child.
He could see all, they
said. i pretended
to be busy, and i tried
to tell him: you see it wrong,
when in fact, it was release
from pressure and religion.
today, i must say
i met god on tv,
yesterday, a bit shy,
on my potty. again
he said: bla bla blabla
ps: s-lightly drunk..:-)
ps: s-lightly drunk..:-)
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