Forgiveness

[Ian Livingston]

Ah, when someone brings up love, I can't help that my thoughts ask,
"Of what sort?"  The word has so many meanings.
And what happened to the notion of grace?  I seem to recall a probing
into that concept some time ago.  Grace figures large in Pynchon.

On Tue, Dec 23, 2008 at 10:49 AM, Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at gmail.com> wrote:
> On Tue, Dec 23, 2008 at 11:18 AM, Bekah <Bekah0176 at sbcglobal.net> wrote:
>> I have to brag that I actually finished "In Search of Lost Time" this year.
>>  A friend and I did a mutual support reading going at the rate of a book a
>> month from May to December.   I'm so surprised.  (lol)
>>
>> Love didn't save Marcel because no matter how hard he tried to hang on to
>> her,  it trapped him.
>>
>> Bekah
>>
>
> Congrats, Bekah.  No mean accomplishment.
>
> Proust's narrator seemed to think the greatest happiness consisted in
> directly experiencing the past through unconscious memory. Whenever
> that happened he was ecstatic.
>
> But why all GOOD memories.  I have unconscious memories now and then
> that make me physically shudder. If I were Hunter Thompson I'd fire
> any weapon at my disposal at them.
>
> Fortunately there are whole weeks when this doesn't happen.
>
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>> On Dec 23, 2008, at 7:09 AM, Paul Mackin wrote:
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>>> I might have added that Proust also had an interesting take on love,
>>> although his narrator was principally concerned with love as the
>>> desire to possess.
>>>
>>> You couldn't let the love object know your true feelings or else
>>> they'd start taking you foregranted.
>>>
>>>
>>> More or less.
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> On Tue, Dec 23, 2008 at 7:36 AM, Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at gmail.com>
>>> wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Basically, I was thinking of ultimates. After all is said and done-
>>>>>> what's left? What really matters? It's glaringly obvious. No one
>>>>>> gets saved, except for another chance to die. Only one way
>>>>>> affords salvation and it's not given, it's giving- the progressiven
>>>>>> someone else. Dope, booze, weed, acid, religion, eating, sex,
>>>>>> making a killing in the market, bludgeoning defenseless video
>>>>>> characters to oblivion, shooting game if that's your ticket- are
>>>>>> all well worn paths to satisfaction, fleeting as it may be, but
>>>>>> nothing beats loving. Ultimately, it's the only way out of an
>>>>>> otherwise meaniingless life, isn't it?
>>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> Love makes the world go 'round!
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Freud saw practical problems in loving thy enemy--a dangerous thing to
>>>> do sometimes (I think he said in Civilization and its Discontents).
>>>>
>>>> Lenin on the other hand is supposed to have said on his death bed that
>>>> he wished he had had ten St. Fransises.
>>>>
>>>> Love is a puzzle.
>>>>
>>>> P.
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