tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post2492224343793591515..comments2023-12-30T17:31:11.883+00:00Comments on The Solitary Walker: Memory And ImaginationThe Solitary Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-50438379378168452072008-12-29T09:43:00.000+00:002008-12-29T09:43:00.000+00:00Thanks everyone for these comments. Enjoyed your r...Thanks everyone for these comments. Enjoyed your reflections about memory too, Weaver.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-7012999410877592612008-12-28T20:55:00.000+00:002008-12-28T20:55:00.000+00:00I've just been reading Weaver's wonderful poem, an...I've just been reading Weaver's wonderful poem, and so agree with her about erasing the painful and enhancing the good in our memories.<BR/><BR/>I believe (from experience), that this has a very positive and practical effect on one's future too. Primes one's reticulated activator, so some psychological schools of thought teach!<BR/><BR/>I'm also constantly amazed how potent memories are of books read in childhood - maybe a source of those unconscious metaphors?Raph G. Neckmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02468502742144495020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-12336564580572980992008-12-27T16:46:00.000+00:002008-12-27T16:46:00.000+00:00Two passages in particular strike a chord with me:...Two passages in particular strike a chord with me:<BR/><BR/>"And how relevant the 2nd one is in these days of instant, unrelenting communication by text and email, by mobile phone and Internet"<BR/><BR/>How true that is! I used to feel compelled to interact with, and absorb as much as I could from the world at all times. These days, through sheer self-protection, I'm much more selective.<BR/><BR/>The other is this one -<BR/><BR/>"Very few 'nature poets' have the courage to admit that their goddess lives with an unknown mode of being, that she sometimes reveals herself unequivocally as the most terrifying and malignantly alien of deities."<BR/><BR/>Absolutely. Nature is indeed red in tooth and claw, and the utterly beautiful Antarctic will do its impersonal best to kill you, as will the equally beautiful Death Valley. You can romanticise it all you like, but those are the facts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-3213198785500736882008-12-27T11:53:00.000+00:002008-12-27T11:53:00.000+00:00Nothing is ever as it seems. We re-shape, adjust ...Nothing is ever as it seems. We re-shape, adjust and invent our memories subconsciously in order to fit them into our "reality" - and that reality is never the same as anyone elses - it is personal to each individual. I think the same can be said of metaphor too - what strikes us about a metaphor may well not be what strikes someone else. Does this make sense? (If it doesn't, don't tell me!) Happy new year.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-27342289560220287642008-12-27T10:38:00.000+00:002008-12-27T10:38:00.000+00:00Great post, with much to ponder here. Thank you, ...Great post, with much to ponder here. Thank you, SW. I am reminded of the impermanence of all things...all things arise, bloom and then die....<BR/><BR/><I>"Each man's memory is his private literature."</I> I like that...Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00652718092147177168noreply@blogger.com