tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post5948290743439747848..comments2024-03-28T04:25:44.179-05:00Comments on Lone Wolf Concerto: PAST TENSEJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02619128793632680659noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-60043941200390313782016-05-05T12:49:00.882-05:002016-05-05T12:49:00.882-05:00Jon,
I don't know. You'r right, the futur...Jon,<br /><br />I don't know. You'r right, the future is uncertain and may never be. But the past is past and frozen in time, photographs and memories and any notes we jotted along the way. It is often bent and distorted, too, and some forgotten, willingly and unwillingly. I write of the past because it is what I know. And as you say, the present is fleeting, so it is quickly the past, too. Anyway, I want to read more of your life because I admit, I'm nosy that way. I may be antisocial, though, because I am still thinking about whom I would invite to a dinner party. <br /><br />Larrynitewrithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03968271056094267260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-12293506919266194672016-05-05T01:13:14.551-05:002016-05-05T01:13:14.551-05:00You and I are definitely on the same wave length, ...You and I are definitely on the same wave length, and it's a good feeling. Writing is one of my greatest emotional outlets. It's an addiction. Many thanks for your input.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02619128793632680659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-57638171661522912552016-05-05T00:34:06.698-05:002016-05-05T00:34:06.698-05:00You hit a raw nerve with me tonight. Trepidation i...You hit a raw nerve with me tonight. Trepidation is the path to the future. I so can relate. Validation has been my quest for as long as I can remember. I understand why you write to expel your thoughts. And it's true that the past is all we really have that solidifies our existence. TARYTERREhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14620999913159718018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-17543138723511379402016-05-04T00:28:26.146-05:002016-05-04T00:28:26.146-05:00A unique theory, but I think an extremely plausibl...A unique theory, but I think an extremely plausible one and - most likely - the only one. It makes perfect sense to me - even though I am completely clueless when it comes to physicists and the quantum theory.<br /><br />Everybody on my mother's side of the family had brilliant scientific minds. I was cursed with an artistic soul (and I'm not being sarcastic - in many ways it is a curse).Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02619128793632680659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-48547241395743376752016-05-03T18:46:35.552-05:002016-05-03T18:46:35.552-05:00Louis DeBroglie: “In spacetime, everything which f...Louis DeBroglie: “In spacetime, everything which for us constitutes the past, present, and the future is given en bloc." I tend to take the physicist's view that mind and matter are just two ways of organizing events. In a universe, in which all possibilities are assembled, nothing is lost. After all, where would it go? Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-87499951446171797072016-05-03T17:10:56.520-05:002016-05-03T17:10:56.520-05:00I tend to shy away from reading my poetry - - but ...I tend to shy away from reading my poetry - - but I can definitely make exceptions.<br />I don't like to think about the future, either. I have enough worries as it is.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02619128793632680659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-35628876477051124392016-05-03T17:03:56.082-05:002016-05-03T17:03:56.082-05:00Very interesting post. I don't care what you s...Very interesting post. I don't care what you say about you thinking your posts are boring, they're not. I'm guilty of living in the past too. But I love my past and wouldn't change a thing, I don't think. Like the present. Never think of the future. You can come to my bedside anytime and read me your poetry.Mistress Maddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02098940220513091207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-79580381991765574252016-05-03T16:48:37.301-05:002016-05-03T16:48:37.301-05:00I cherish my memories, but I agree that I wouldn&#...I cherish my memories, but I agree that I wouldn't want to go back and live it all again. Just thinking about all the crap I went through is totally exhausting! But the suffering and anguish made me stronger and, I think (hope)also made me more compassionate. Those of us who have gone to the depths of hell and survived are better for it.<br />I'm glad you liked the poem!Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02619128793632680659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-32137921967922387942016-05-03T16:37:19.524-05:002016-05-03T16:37:19.524-05:00I actually know some people who claim that they ne...I actually know some people who claim that they never think about the past. I can't figure out whether they're lying, crazy, or just plain heartless. It is a complete impossibility to sever ourselves from our past. And I staunchly believe that the past is the foundation of our entire existence. There is no logical way to separate ourselves from it.<br /><br />As a staunch sentimentalist, perhaps my mode of thinking is different from others. I'm artistic and a romanticist - which, in many ways, is a curse. But I view my past with rationality and logic. I have more regrets than I would ever care to admit. Much of my past was turbulent and unhappy. But I treasure all the good things, the golden memories, and I value my history.<br /><br />As usual, I've said too much. I'm glad that you can identify with my point of view, Myra, and I appreciate your input.<br /><br />Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02619128793632680659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-47540849915244651552016-05-03T16:08:02.601-05:002016-05-03T16:08:02.601-05:00I would never want to go back, either, but I reall...I would never want to go back, either, but I really had a wild ride for decades. I prefer the peace and calm of today, though. But looking back--I wouldn't want any of it to be any different from the horror to the anguish to the ecstasy. Love your poem. :)Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-54239484447274690262016-05-03T15:11:03.884-05:002016-05-03T15:11:03.884-05:00I'm glad you decided to write this, Jon.
Thi...I'm glad you decided to write this, Jon. <br />This is YOUR blog and your stories, yes ... but paragraphs #2, #3 and #4 may well have come from my own mouth. (Except I cannot write nearly as exquisitely as you.) <br /><br />Honor our foundations? You bet-cha.<br /><br /> Mevely317https://www.blogger.com/profile/14786988262452989091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-28584794046995163782016-05-03T15:10:35.150-05:002016-05-03T15:10:35.150-05:00No, I haven't (maybe I should....)
I honestly ...No, I haven't (maybe I should....)<br />I honestly think it was lost (misplaced) and not stolen. There were numerous transfers to other vans en route and all the unlabeled boxes could have very easily been misplaced.<br /><br />My biggest fear is that my very private journals are being read by strangers. Or were tossed in the trash. Whatever happened, I'll never recover from it.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02619128793632680659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-51266768485589629592016-05-03T14:57:24.300-05:002016-05-03T14:57:24.300-05:00Have you ever checked on eBay to see if your stuff...Have you ever checked on eBay to see if your stuff is for sale? Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02714440790407126206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-66900636267934490622016-05-03T14:41:02.360-05:002016-05-03T14:41:02.360-05:00I had nearly forgotten about those wonderful lines...I had nearly forgotten about those wonderful lines from Wordsworth's "Intimations of Immortality" - thanks for resurrecting it! <br />I haven't seen "Splendor in the Grass" in a very long time, but I remember it as being a really powerful film.<br /><br />(I knew you'd appreciate my poetic efforts - thanks!)Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02619128793632680659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660581276521005822.post-21523932810312485012016-05-03T08:00:49.376-05:002016-05-03T08:00:49.376-05:00“Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendo...“Though nothing can bring back the hour<br />Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;<br />We will grieve not, rather find<br />Strength in what remains behind..."<br /><br />- William Wordsworth<br /><br />P.S. Splendor in the Grass is an awesome movie. Oh, and I love your poetry.<br />Dylan Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759482060384749407noreply@blogger.com