tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post3414951274623194591..comments2024-02-16T18:19:13.539-08:00Comments on Ramblings From Yet Another Stranger on the Bus: Blazing Balls Was Just the BeginningLeslie Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-32178584941839734812010-01-18T11:43:48.586-08:002010-01-18T11:43:48.586-08:00@ Kass ~ You said that beautifully. All that stuff...@ Kass ~ You said that beautifully. All that stuff flying around in the air has to settle on someone. If it happens to be me and I am particularly sensitive or fearful, then you've just assaulted me. PTSS isn't necessarily an exaggeration.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-16197227764067621712010-01-18T11:28:08.305-08:002010-01-18T11:28:08.305-08:00I kinda like Tag's interpretation better. Cuts...I kinda like Tag's interpretation better. Cuts right to the chase. <br />I'm with you on reacting to others' anger. My second husband had a rage problem and no impulse control. Bad combination. He claimed he was not directing his anger at me, but when I was the only one in the room besides the cat, it bounced off all the surfaces, gaining momentum and hit me square in the belly. I think I still have PTSS.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-4873709849920481582010-01-18T09:57:11.013-08:002010-01-18T09:57:11.013-08:00@ Elisabeth AND Tag ~ I agree that men and women, ...@ Elisabeth AND Tag ~ I agree that men and women, generally, seem to handle anger differently. Two important men in my life - Ex and now David - are probably the angriest individuals I've ever known, both for very good reasons. These two have terrified me. They are men who can scream and hit things and break stuff and end relationships and destroy everything around them . . . fueled by anger. Imagine the impact on someone as bottled up as I. True story: I'd worked for David only weeks and he went off on someone (not me) about 2 feet away from me. It dragged on and on. I finally bent over in my chair and pretended to rummage around in my purse. I was crying. I could almost taste and smell the anger flying around the room.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-86629944194722945802010-01-18T09:44:43.292-08:002010-01-18T09:44:43.292-08:00@ Elisabeth ~ I don't know the work of Helene ...@ Elisabeth ~ I don't know the work of Helene Cixous, but if you recommend her, I'm going to look into it. What imagery, the mother's milk vs. blood.<br /><br />I appreciate what you said about rage being the catalyst for some good writing. I only know I must do something with my rage and it seems to demand that I write it. All right, I'll write it.<br /><br />You are so right about crying. I've cried my life away. It's probably a good thing. If I didn't shed the tears, I'd have exploded by now. But so often, I'd have said "sad", not "angry".Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-59973129118898971082010-01-18T09:28:53.444-08:002010-01-18T09:28:53.444-08:00@ Tag - You obsessor! I love something you do that...@ Tag - You obsessor! I love something you do that I've seen a few times now. You are expert at writing "in accent" and having it come through. It didn't take me an instant to know I was reading the words of the nihilists. Nice marmot!Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-78514470124653852292010-01-18T09:27:44.309-08:002010-01-18T09:27:44.309-08:00@ Kass ~ I thank you. Yes, I'd have to be stro...@ Kass ~ I thank you. Yes, I'd have to be strong and brave to still be standing, wouldn't I? And in my better moments, I do have that faith in myself. When I'm struggling, however, I doubt myself. It balances out. Reminder to self: find the balance, find the balance.<br /><br />I must warn you and others, Kass, saying encouraging things about my writing ability will only cause me to write more. I've always enjoyed writing. But now I am compelled to write. I am compelled to tell my stories and tell what's going on with me. It's not for everybody, I understand. Actually, it's not for anybody except me.<br /><br />Re: Isolation ~ I have just had a glimpse of your beautifully, perfectly artistic brain and soul. Kass, I'm not stupid or unfeeling. To me, Mr. Chicken was intriguing, but I couldn't come up with any words about him. I didn't know his story. You just told it. I bow to the queen!Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-29041771258414413832010-01-18T09:15:39.380-08:002010-01-18T09:15:39.380-08:00@ Kirk ~ for a man who needed to hustle away from ...@ Kirk ~ for a man who needed to hustle away from that computer, you were quick-thinking! Armageddon may not be too far off the mark, either.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-55386872045198098192010-01-18T07:59:22.338-08:002010-01-18T07:59:22.338-08:00From a man's POV I would agree with you Elisab...From a man's POV I would agree with you Elisabeth. Though men are not so much trained to deal with it as to act out by hitting something. We are not any better at expressing anger. We hold on to because we are frightened of our own capacity for destruction. Of our selves, our loved ones and our lives.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00533184345345882921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-53962981335944288402010-01-17T19:04:13.212-08:002010-01-17T19:04:13.212-08:00I read this Leslie, and I think of the business of...I read this Leslie, and I think of the business of rage and how useful it is as a trigger to some brilliant writing. <br /><br />Have you ever read any of the French theorist Helene Cixous. She 'writes in white ink', ink that's mother's milk. I think of it as ink that is dipped in blood. <br /><br />I think women are trained more than men not to express anger. We cry often times when we are angry to dissemble to reassure others that we are not a threat, when we are really angry. It's easier to deal with sadness than anger. <br /><br />Men learn how not to cry. They are most often better at expressing anger, sometimes too much so, but women have real trouble with it, often. <br /><br />I'm generalising I know but these thoughts come to me when I read about your journey towards coming to terms with your anger. And it's terrific. ThanksElisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-42588968524573178562010-01-17T18:42:09.960-08:002010-01-17T18:42:09.960-08:00Get over yourself. Grow up!Get over yourself. Grow up!T Reginanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-53167948028045666272010-01-17T16:05:51.688-08:002010-01-17T16:05:51.688-08:00You are approaching a vooden britch. When yo...You are approaching a vooden britch. When you cross it you srow ze bag containing your anger from ze left vindow of ze moving kar. Do not slow down. Vee vatch you. Ze image means nossing, representing the nossinness of the universe hatching from the nosssingness of nossing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00533184345345882921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-5765376020736173742010-01-17T13:51:26.508-08:002010-01-17T13:51:26.508-08:00I know you don't think so, but you are strong ...I know you don't think so, but you are strong and brave. You are incredibly, frighteningly talented as a writer of truth. Your observations within and without are stunning. I hope you know this and I hope it does you some good.<br /><br />I love this image also. Maybe the fowl is "isolated" because he, himself, feels it is ridiculous to contemplate the order of his existence. Which, indeed, DID come first? And does it matter or help him? All he knows is that here he sits in a vessel, not of his own making, with the implement handy to get him out of any dilemma, but how is he going to pick it up? Is he waiting for someone to come along and do it? And will they strike low enough to not sever his head? And even if they do whack correctly, what's to prevent them from eating what's still inside his shell? After all, it IS a spoon. Will the stranger stop after freeing his coagulated innards? <br /><br />He's hard-boiled enough to realize that even if he did manage to pick the spoon up himself, he'd be hurling his head around like a person in the desert hurling imaginary fireballs... And let's just say that as a result of all the hurling, he rolls out of his holder, he would just bounce and roll around in the shattered edges of unknown freedoms.<br /><br />He holds in his beak the firm, ripe abundant grapes of sensuous sustainance, but he can't eat them because they're not on his diet. He's hoping the grapes will lure the stranger over, but then he's back to the fear of the stranger's intentions. Maybe if he justs holds still, someone will see the absurd beauty of his situation and paint it and put it on the internet and among all the strangers out there, there might be one on a bus who recognizes he just wants to be picked up, held and appreciated, not for what he holds in his mouth, or what he can doodle do, but for the richness of just being with a living thing that is so complicated and unique.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-46833293733497788402010-01-17T13:45:03.298-08:002010-01-17T13:45:03.298-08:00I have to leave this computer soon, and thus have ...I have to leave this computer soon, and thus have to think fast. "Great Balls of Fire" comes to mind, though that's not really about anger (trivia tidbit: Sam Phillips had a hard time getting Jerry Lee Lewis to record the song because Pentacostel Lewis mistakenly believed it to be about Armegeddon).<br /><br />How about that one song that begins "As I walk this land of broken dreams..." I believe it's by the former lead singer of Blood, Sweat, and Tears. How about Eric Carmen's "All By Myself"? That one Del Shannon song, his most famous song THE DAMN NAME ESCAPES ME! (I have my own fiery anger, huh?)<br /><br />I try to come up with some more in the coming week.<br /><br />OH! "A Hard Day's Night" and "Help" (but those were already in movies, huh? In fact, they WERE movies. Oh, well)Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-69128591566317650962010-01-17T13:30:15.113-08:002010-01-17T13:30:15.113-08:00Oh, sorry, Kirk ~ I probably wasn't very clear...Oh, sorry, Kirk ~ I probably wasn't very clear. In commentary on the last post, I alluded to having some material for your soundtrack to the movie. I was already working on this post and knew that there was a sound element to the story.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-25424704093061524122010-01-17T13:13:19.803-08:002010-01-17T13:13:19.803-08:00Do you mean, in reference to what we were talking ...Do you mean, in reference to what we were talking about the other day, there's a story for your movie? Otherwise, I'm not sure what you mean by "soundtrack".<br /><br />Sorry the first comment to that great bit of writing is so banal.Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.com