tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post5428287178002165653..comments2023-11-02T15:27:57.223+00:00Comments on Reading the Signs: Nine Hundred Miles Reading the Signshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-84627999780085451542013-09-22T15:47:50.263+00:002013-09-22T15:47:50.263+00:00LOL - I actually thought it was something to do wi...LOL - I actually thought it was something to do with Wolkswagen :) Of course - the Word Ver Leprechauns! Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-84879155875021300952013-09-22T15:35:28.012+00:002013-09-22T15:35:28.012+00:00Err I mean that is what WV offered on that occasio...Err I mean that is what WV offered on that occasion... I liked the feel of it in my mouthFire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-35834820354777346852013-09-21T10:29:50.200+00:002013-09-21T10:29:50.200+00:00Fire Bird I'm intrigued by the "WV offers...<b>Fire Bird</b> I'm intrigued by the "WV offers" and "1010 Gangue" :)<br /><br /><b>Belinda</b> thanks - good to see you.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-79695224051232264322013-09-21T08:14:38.919+00:002013-09-21T08:14:38.919+00:00Love the description of deep sleepLove the description of deep sleepMad Englishwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11007656187981921211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-73462687971711991792013-09-20T17:22:21.188+00:002013-09-20T17:22:21.188+00:00sheesh, there are so many kinds of loss. Sorry for...sheesh, there are so many kinds of loss. Sorry for yours and hoping it is not permanent.<br /><br />WV offers - 1010 GuangueFire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-57244136730064570362013-09-20T14:48:59.336+00:002013-09-20T14:48:59.336+00:00'tis you thank you for this and all - yes, the...<b>'tis you</b> thank you for this and all - yes, the tainted shadow ...<br /><br />There are some works by Olga T on Amazon that seem to have been translated into English, but not the collection that you refer to. <br /><br />x<br /><br /><b>Montag</b> the gesture is appreciated x Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-75670132424668313292013-09-20T10:58:48.732+00:002013-09-20T10:58:48.732+00:00I know...
I was going to write that "We shou...I know...<br /><br />I was going to write that "We should wrap you in that diaphanous...", but it seemed too presumptuous.Montaghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00017648070522030951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-90509356079767891352013-09-20T07:27:42.123+00:002013-09-20T07:27:42.123+00:00I abhor these things your mother's husband is ...I abhor these things your mother's husband is doing to you, the pain it causes you, the unfairness brought upon you. It is strange how the accusations, the paranoia, the evil projected upon one leaves a mark in one's soul - as you say, even when one knows one is innocent of the charges, something tainted is born into the world that one somehow carries, something not quite tangible but still palpable. A palpable, tainted shadow (would make a nice name for a 1980s band, don't you think? Tainted Shadow. This "joke" simply to reduce the pompousness of my words – not to demean the pain you describe, please). <br /><br />As for the keeping in transit – yes. It is where one can be happiest, sometimes – freed from the human condition of time and place. If it ever gets translated into English, look up Olga Tokarczuk's book <i>Bieguni</i> ("Runners" or "Travellers"). A magical collection of short stories about rootless people. I have just finished it. I wish my mum was still the way she were, so I could talk with her about it, it's one of the rare fictional books that can still make me tremble with that deep-seated beautiful shock that really good literature can give. A recognition of something, a truth about life rarely touched upon. My mum was always the (only?ish) one I'd turn to with amazing reads; though we were close, we were not so not as people, not emotionally, but through what we had read, we could touch souls (she still lives, of course, but as her speech is gone and as she soon will be, too, she has turned inward and the things that connected us as people, not as Mother and Daughter, have lost their importance forever).<br /><br />I shall translate a little section, from the back of the dust jacket (these things have a name, these snippets put on the cover to tantalise one, but I can't remember it):<br /><i>"Nod your head, move, move. It is the only way of escaping. The Sovereign of the world has no power over movement, it knows that when moving, our body is holy, you can only escape it if you stay moving."</i><br />I'll put the wiki link on her under my name. Some of her other works have been translated into English; perhaps they are equally good. I've only read this one.<br /><br />I think about you more than I manage to write to you; I'd like you to please know this, you beautiful friend. The relative silences are due to the current shape of my life, not due to you or a lack of love and friendship. <br /><br />Sending you strength…<br /><br />x'tis Ihttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olga_Tokarczuknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-63318894266527158942013-09-19T21:12:40.735+00:002013-09-19T21:12:40.735+00:00Sabine yes - on days when the light is right and t...<b>Sabine</b> yes - on days when the light is right and the wind in the right direction :) Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-60404970301466261972013-09-19T20:36:18.978+00:002013-09-19T20:36:18.978+00:00I recognise the cloak. Sometimes it doesn't ev...I recognise the cloak. Sometimes it doesn't even hold for a deep breath.<br />But other days, ah well you know.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-41738956287920174532013-09-19T20:09:31.881+00:002013-09-19T20:09:31.881+00:00I haven't seen it, Montag - trying to find it ...I haven't seen it, <b>Montag</b> - trying to find it on Youtube! Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-64990547971116277942013-09-19T19:38:32.720+00:002013-09-19T19:38:32.720+00:00Fly a pennant of that diaphanous pageantry, and da...Fly a pennant of that diaphanous pageantry, and dance as in the finale of Fellini's "8 1/2"<br /><br />Let the music pervade...Montaghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00017648070522030951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-20785604841755946432013-09-19T18:42:17.487+00:002013-09-19T18:42:17.487+00:00Thanks, Susanna xThanks, <b>Susanna</b> xReading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432201290620111119.post-43971232753576779712013-09-19T17:03:56.260+00:002013-09-19T17:03:56.260+00:00None of this is your fault. You have done what you...None of this is your fault. You have done what you could for them and I am sure you will again when the situation arises,as it will. It is horribly upsetting. Try as hard as you can to step back from it <br />Susannanoreply@blogger.com