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A Journal of Sorts
"Poetry can do that much and no more.
For we can not really know the man who speaks,
what his bones and sinews are like,
the porosity of his skin,
how he feels inside."
~ Issa ~
but the words one writes are of one meaning and they become another meaning to the one who reads... such is the nature of individuality... however it could be said (someone did say something very much like it... the philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer, I believe) that the true reader is a chameleon and uses literary empathy and/or imagination to ene the mind of the writer and feel the words writen and the longer, deeper passages between the lines...
or something like that...
nursing myself is not as much fun as being nursed by someone else... at least I think so, the few times I've experienced someone nursing me... much sleep...
so I've been slowly responding to some email groups and updating some pages between naps and that's all J
