tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27434430.post1323121334889347706..comments2023-11-12T08:45:39.926+00:00Comments on SUFFOLK PUNCH: Two VoicesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27434430.post-51056252561581115052006-09-22T23:24:00.000+01:002006-09-22T23:24:00.000+01:00Great quote. I'm keeping Leaves of Grass nearby l...Great quote. I'm keeping Leaves of Grass nearby lately.Bobbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15472070140608801080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27434430.post-52986789428527992212006-09-21T10:00:00.000+01:002006-09-21T10:00:00.000+01:00It's a great metaphor, actually B.--though you are...It's a great metaphor, actually B.--though you are kind of the master of such things. All any of us are trying to do is keep the car centred on a shifting road. That's why our behaviour seems to contradict itself so often.<br /><br />In that, though, I go with Whitman: "Do I contradict myself? Well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes."Bruce Hodderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12023661722366383054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27434430.post-26003303481961038452006-09-21T03:57:00.000+01:002006-09-21T03:57:00.000+01:00This might have nothing to do with that or anythin...This might have nothing to do with that or anything at all: sometimes, when I'm driving, I feel like I have to make small, quick, numerous, jerks on the steering wheel - left right left right left right - in order to keep the car perfectly centered on the road. Other times I feel like I should keep the steering wheel absolutely still in order to keep the car centered.Bobbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15472070140608801080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27434430.post-49050575756510219672006-09-20T07:08:00.000+01:002006-09-20T07:08:00.000+01:00No, let me reassure you, I'm definitely NOT trying...No, let me reassure you, I'm definitely NOT trying to be "born again". I did have a feeling that many of the things I presumed about myself weren't really who I was, that I had invented many of the characteristics of my identity as a rationalisation of my weaknesses and vulnerabilities. But now I don't know anymore. Now I'm thinking that NONE of it is real, good bad or indifferent, and at the same time ALL of it is real. Ah, these early morning metaphysical conundrums! No wonder I get headaches...<br /><br />But I WON'T go back to the booze and the blunts, whatever else might happen. Too much extra belly, too much paranoia and failing memory--that's all they gave me. (Bruce)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com