tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post7868370181066483004..comments2023-05-26T07:27:39.296-04:00Comments on Dusty Old LP: Come Fill Me to the Parting Glassoldworldtravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00688577389955805205noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-75423885357319690262012-12-10T02:59:01.166-05:002012-12-10T02:59:01.166-05:00I was contemplating the watchman's thought: &#...I was contemplating the watchman's thought: 'The nightly conference of stars, resplendent rulers, bringing heat and cold in turn, studding the sky with beauty....' (Penguin Classics, Edited by Philip Vellacott.<br /><br />Interestingly, I've never liked Cassandra. She met a tragic fate, though. Do you like her?<br /><br />Perhaps, it's in my wicked nature that Clytemnestra fascinates me, just like her sister! <br />Minkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754160049866274241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-46985514228660950782012-12-09T19:40:42.593-05:002012-12-09T19:40:42.593-05:00That sounds absolutely incredible! I'm glad yo...That sounds absolutely incredible! I'm glad you said it. Which line of the Orestian Trilogy?? oldworldtravelerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00688577389955805205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-17397683332676929582012-11-28T11:01:10.021-05:002012-11-28T11:01:10.021-05:00It's not related to this post. In fact, you ca...It's not related to this post. In fact, you can delete this comment after reading it. Since I do not know your e-mail ID, I'll write it down here! I'm a little excited, and may be, a little out of breath. Just a few minutes back, after I finished my work, I went to the roof, and saw a sprinting star! I was taken aback a little, but, boy!- it was a meteor! Just before then, I was contemplating a line of The Orestian Trilogy. But, suddenly, the fire of that star made me forget my Aeschylus, my empire of resplendent stars,- it was more like hearing an audacious piano manoeuvre from the four boys of Liverpool amidst a stiff upper-lipped classical concert! It was like a faint trace of our rainbow race in the sky! It was inexplicable fun! Had to share it with some my friends! Take care! Minkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754160049866274241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-1768203079777297812012-11-25T02:14:26.407-05:002012-11-25T02:14:26.407-05:00The words have deserted me, Emily. They won't ...The words have deserted me, Emily. They won't get back. It's sad, actually :-(<br /><br />You can go through my old posts, though. I miss myself at times, miss the boy who had written those back-posts. Since then, the lunatic has started romping on the grass. The times they are a-changin', indeed.<br /><br />Keep on weaving words, Emily, my friend. It's a gift from the stars.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> Minkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754160049866274241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-85261114550229534692012-11-24T23:47:30.789-05:002012-11-24T23:47:30.789-05:00I think that you should pick it back up again! Jus...I think that you should pick it back up again! Just start writing with no preconceived ideas of what you need to put down. I would love to read it.<br /><br />You, my writing friend, are an old soul. Someone who's existence seems to transcend eras. Only those kinds of people find that kind of energy in the stars. Only those souls find the time to pause and notice that they even exist.oldworldtravelerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00688577389955805205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-13656883922746749802012-11-24T10:51:55.949-05:002012-11-24T10:51:55.949-05:00I know, I exactly know what you mean! It is like a...I know, I exactly know what you mean! It is like a calling, a rare invitation into the hidden design of this universe. Here, in a big and noisy city in India, I sometimes look up to the sky. I see some clouds here and there, some sparkling stars, and a strange sense of being attuned to something greater.<br /><br />Thank you for the complement. I've stopped writing on my blog two years ago. The words left me all of a sudden. <br /><br />I think you write exceptionally well. Your words carry the psalm of a long-forgotten brook, as perceived by a starry-eyed girl! :-) Minkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754160049866274241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-43146922876817757392012-11-24T01:30:42.960-05:002012-11-24T01:30:42.960-05:00Driven by the stars is a fantastic term for it. In...Driven by the stars is a fantastic term for it. In some ways I feel as though the stars themselves are helping me along my way, just their presence centers me and makes me feel at home somehow in a way that I might not feel in my apartment or in a room full of people, regardless of whether I know them or not.<br /><br />You have a beautiful way of writing!oldworldtravelerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00688577389955805205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-81181526433207279542012-11-21T11:03:40.182-05:002012-11-21T11:03:40.182-05:00Oops, I overlooked the reply button, and instead, ...Oops, I overlooked the reply button, and instead, posted another comment in reply. Sorry, Emily! Minkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754160049866274241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-9117109783832574702012-11-21T03:05:38.930-05:002012-11-21T03:05:38.930-05:00The crux of this situation is that there is no one...The crux of this situation is that there is no one, absolutely no one, to blame. I like being different, and it intrigues me as well. Driven by the stars, (I won't say star-crossed a la the English bard), my impulse to get away from the madding crowd, and its resultant awkwardness, soar through the hymn of humankind and its long and melancholy roar! Minkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754160049866274241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-19125718940448490232012-11-19T19:54:57.256-05:002012-11-19T19:54:57.256-05:00Completely and utterly comfortable, but that is ex...Completely and utterly comfortable, but that is exactly what makes me different from others. Is that what creates awkwardness? I'd have to say yes, but as to what side is to blame depends on how you approach a situationoldworldtravelerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00688577389955805205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-76306913892555313402012-11-19T12:47:50.888-05:002012-11-19T12:47:50.888-05:00Liked the words growing on the impenetrable wall. ...Liked the words growing on the impenetrable wall. This thing with dragon shells is not unfamiliar for me either. It's warm and cozy, and absolutely puts up a strange resistance against other people. It's awkward and, at the same time, strangely comfortable.Minkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754160049866274241noreply@blogger.com