tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post367696578811213797..comments2023-10-04T17:13:47.394+03:00Comments on future of my past: Coming Too Close to God, or How Art Knows the Meaning of Life. My attempt at explaining.Anna MRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-43411675003897670872007-03-04T18:25:00.000+02:002007-03-04T18:25:00.000+02:00nmj, Fish, kisses to both of you.The "butoh trip" ...nmj, Fish, kisses to both of you.<BR/><BR/>The "butoh trip" itself lasted an hour or so, which is incredible, as time ceased to exist. The after effect wore off in about the same time, and included a physical comedown (I kid you not) with symptoms such as waves of nausea, tingly fingers, cramped shoulders. I don't know whether I dare to watch a third butoh...Anna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-39476794860764735302007-03-04T15:10:00.000+02:002007-03-04T15:10:00.000+02:00anna mr, you have a way of describing things that ...anna mr, you have a way of describing things that makes me feel as if i too have experienced every detail...alas, i find the <I>all too beautiful</I> sensation is always so fleeting - enjoy it while it lasts, hon.nmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477643084619789093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-85418902878031603722007-03-04T13:26:00.000+02:002007-03-04T13:26:00.000+02:00Wow. That's all.Wow. That's all.happeningfishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11864685526357363835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-7850032879544210232007-03-04T11:11:00.000+02:002007-03-04T11:11:00.000+02:00Thank you, Kurt - took me a while to work out it w...Thank you, Kurt - took me a while to work out it was you, what with the funny mess the system seems to make if the title of one's post is overlong. <BR/><BR/>Garbage on a snowball is somehow suddenly reminiscent of a comet - you know how astronomers describe them to laymen as "dirty snowballs"Anna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-65624216418270382052007-03-04T04:32:00.000+02:002007-03-04T04:32:00.000+02:00I remember you worried a while ago about the years...I remember you worried a while ago about the years piling up.<BR/><BR/>You shouldn't worry at all. Your heart and brain are, obviously, still in prime condition.<BR/><BR/>I had a long answer to the Auster thing below, but was too tired to finish it. I think it boiled down to: having to forget bad things hinders the accumulation of good things that would make memories add up the way it seems they should. Like garbage on a snowball.<BR/><BR/>I hope I am not too tired now, spouting nonsense, to be pushing this button...KSxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08623746609059372431noreply@blogger.com