Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Being Alone
Edward Hopper's "City Sunlight" (1954)
Fritz's "Self-Portrait in Mirror" (2005)
I would write a story about Hopper's subject, but I don't think it would be very imaginative. It wouldn't be very imaginative because there isn't too much interesting about being alone. We can wonder what she is thinking about in city sunlight, but we know she's just feeling blue. She's shut up in a glum room looking outside, probably wishing she were outside with someone she knew, walking in the sunlight. She should just go out and do it, rather than sitting around, moping in the sun.
Then, there's my self-portrait in mirror. Hmm. Looks pretty lonely to me.
To set the tone of being alone: you should listen to some Hearts of Space programs.
Being alone is sometimes the most healing, introspective moments of our lives. I guess it doesn't look like much fun on the outside, like Hopper's lonely women and houses and city scenes. But as I look at my self-portrait, I don't see a lonely woman, necessarily. I see an explorer into the self. And I do find her to be a very fascinating woman.
Name: Fritz
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"