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Even with your big ol melon-head, you rise to challenge everyone’s perception of how we view things.
You never cease to amaze me Yul. I am in awe.
We all need a good fever every now and then to remind us of the mystery. I like to leave the book at home too.
Mmmmh, this was like a sweet little candy…
“Ours was a life lived in paradise and thus it rendered any discussion of transcendental ideas pointless. Politics, we supposed, existed elsewhere in a televised non-paradise; death was something similar to recycling.
“Life was charmed but without politics or religion. It was the life of children of the children of the pioneers – life after God – a life of earthly salvation on the edge of heaven. Perhaps this is the finest thing to which we may aspire, the life of peace, the blurring between dream life and real life – and yet I find myself speaking these words with a sense of doubt.
“I think there was a trade-off somewhere along the way. I think the price we paid for our golden life was an inability to fully believe in love; instead we gained an irony that scorched everything it touched. And I wonder if this irony is the price we paid for the loss of God.”
Douglas Coupland, Life After God
I will address your second to last question, if I may.
Indeed, this shrinking of the world will, prima facie, rob us of mystery and wonder, but at a deeper level, won’t it incite an even greater lust for both? Once every ounce of knowledge that can be contained or stored or tucked away is made available to the entire diminishing planet, will we not then simply find our mysteries in the same insipid places where once lay everything we knew?
As your knee and hands come into the shot you say, “I think not knowing is a lot more interesting, and is currently underrated.” Precisely, Mr. Liss, and how well you illustrate that point. Isn’t it exciting to wonder whose face and shoulders and torso and calves and feet are attached to these knees and hands? Doesn’t it free us from the tired bonds of the workaday Nine to Never to simply sit and ponder…where in the world are the handles for that faucet?
The entire piece is replete with tantalizing mystery – where did he live when he disappeared? – how long was he there? – was he alone or with another? – was his exile voluntary? – what is in the container that wouldn’t stay on the soap dish? – is he going to use that pink washcloth?
I love this piece. What an interesting look into the mystery of Liss. Sincerely, thank you for making this – especially in your infirmed state. Beautifully and simply shot and dexterously written.
Props to Burke for the Dominican Kids – currently my favorite song…
Glad you’re feeling better and weren’t hospitalized.
“…. No road is the path one must follow. Nothing, returning, welcomes one, or, leaving, releases one. This tomorrow is not of the day that was yesterday…
A story is born and is given to us. So it is that out of an image life is resurrected…And, being nowhere, could be anywhere”
The enigma of Lemmy Caution in the tub… a beautiful and touching mystery!
best regards + wishes for quick recovery and good health
I was flicking through the featured sites on Blogger idly one day about a year and a half ago when I found pouringdown and through it videoblogging. Watching this video made me remember why I was so entranced with your videos and still am. Thank you for another philosophical gem, and thank you too for changing my life. Props to Rupert for getting a Doug quote in there.
I think I am terrified of not knowing.
the only difference should be that the world shrinks while we act the same. send letters, send love, in the old fashioned ways that are barely 20 years past and young.
good tubs are healing.
we can never lose our mystery because the human psyche is an ever-evolving jigsaw that was never meant to be solved, but to bask in the unknowing, but of course at the same time too many fear the unfamiliar -such a threat to not know -knowledge is power -true, but true genius is not about what one knows, but what one understands -accepting life because one knows its brevity is what gives life mystery, and therefore meaning, then value. thank the deities for mystery, otherwise, what would be the point of waking up tomorrow?
…and I totally get all my ideas in the tub too.
It’s taken me a long time to comment on this video because I needed and wanted to digest all of what you had to say. First, thank you for sharing with us a vulnerable time in your life and also sharing that you also took some time off from life when you only had a P.O. box. Maybe that was actually taking time “in” life so to speak.
I don’t worry about losing the mystery. It’s a choice we make everyday to see the wonder in everything that is around us.
So glad you are well,
It’s August 22nd, and I’m only now watching this, to give you some idea of how the summer is going. In an hour I’m about to hop on a train, which will take me to the aiport to hop on a plane which will take me to the Netherlands where I’m cleaning my shit out and packing it to come right back 3 days later, gonna pack all the shit we’ve horded in the last 9 days, throw that into a U-Haul and drive up to Vermont. In the states for good, now, and watching this video before all of this takes place is somehow suiting/soothing. Ain’t no fever dream, something about the sickness being the cure…maybe? I don’t know. I’m off, looking forward to passing time together again very soon.
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