I’m just not in love with forewords to books.
I want to read the book itself not what someone I don’t even know thinks about it.
This might mean I’m not intellectual enough. But sometimes having someone dissect a work of art just seems condescending as if I won’t get it just by the author’s words. Might be insulting to the writer in a way.
If it needs a foreword, is it because the writer didn’t make things clear in the book?
I might like an “afterword” especially if I don’t feel like finishing a book that I’m not wild about and I want a summary of it. Or if it’s so great I want to have a conversation about it–even a remote one.
Sometimes I’ll read the foreword after i read the book–if it draws me in. I usually try reading the foreword up to the point I become exasperated. That tends to happen if it’s a long ordeal: write your own damn book why doncha’ ?
That’s my two cents!
Anyway…. I wonder what other people think about forewords? Helpful? What do you say, other people?
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I need, for my own peace of mind,
to stop noticing with such determination
at least some of the unfairness out there
Get used to it
According to Merriam-Webster:
Ipse dixit is an assertion made but not proved
..or a dogmatic expression of opinion.
According to me (perhaps proving that the definitions are accurate!):
Lot of ipse dixit
goin’ on round the world
and I’m gettin’ a little weary
of hearing all the spins and spurious platitudes
that pose as reason and empathy
Oh happy day
We are about to be spun around into a better
frame of mind
as soon as everybody sticks it
to this crazy ipse dixit
In light of the darkness of recent events
I am feeling befuddled
And mixed up and tense
I’ve grown tired of the pickets
on this particular fence
Too much manipulation
Too much pretense
Some days I achieve empathy
Would I rather be dense?
Ah, well, life is so good when I look up and around
…and maybe the news can be simply turned down.
Winter has hit
Snow takes its place in the air and on the ground
I do not object
to the season
But is there really any reason
That it has to go on and on and on for months at a time?
Maybe it will be lovely all winter long
My attitude is in need of an upgrade
Imagine managing life
with a lightness of spirit
Imagine noticing how much I worry
and then moving on to actually noticing all the things around me and getting on with living!
It seems like a way to be more relaxed maybe even less
focused on what is going wrong or what could go wrong
The world is always, has always and may always be amazing and wonderful and at the same time: an utter mess; before I arrived, while I’m here and after I leave……..so perhaps my obligation to the world is to be an enthusiastic participant.
The principle of moral proximity rings true to me. I can be concerned without being responsible for all the stuff all over the world.
I can’t fix it all and make everyone be kind. Period. On certain days, I can barely manage me!
Here are Kevin DeYoung & Greg Gilbert on this concept:
Moral proximity refers to how connected we are to someone by virtue of familiarity, kinship, space, or time…. The closer the moral proximity, the greater the moral obligation…. [This principle] reminds us that we can’t possibly be the same kind of good neighbor to everyone in the world, nor must we. Supporting AIDS relief in Africa is a wonderful thing to do, but a failure to do so does not automatically make a church in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, a gospel-less, selfish church. But if that same church did nothing to help their people when the river flooded in 2008, then they do not understand the love of Christ. Moral proximity should not make us more cavalier to the poor. But it should free us from unnecessary guilt and make us more caring toward those who count on us most.
I have given yoga a break and I do feel the loss as far as the structure and consistency.
It was definitely a great way to build strength and balance and I am grateful to my yoga instructor…
……and yet… after about four years, I found myself becoming increasingly impatient with the whole thing;
I felt somewhat annoyed that I mostly didn’t feel centered and calm and deeply moved at the appropriate times.
And the hour sessions were long!
I finally started wearing a watch because it helped me deal with the timing of it better — –felt a little disturbing to not know how much time remained in the session. (Don’t they deprive people of a sense of time in order to punish them or make them talk — give with the information?)
I wanted to feel more enlightened instead of slightly skeptical about the presentation – some things seemed just made up and I had to ask how is it possible to breathe into my thigh or some equally impossible task.
I still do some yoga on my own as part of daily exercise; because I think it has value but it got to be an expense I couldn’t justify . “I will help you reach spiritual, ethereal heights and you can pay me by the month.” Our yoga instructor taught me a lot and of course she deserved to get paid but there was an unnecessary pretense of being above all the economic realities.
Note: One thing that would have made yoga less appealing would be to have a goat jump on my back.
My daughter is 41 years old!!!
Which, by my calculations,
makes me a touch older,
truth be told.
It seems unlikely….and yet…there it is —
I am in a new age category, and gee whiz
though I feel grateful as I write this text
because I like seeing what will happen next
I’m also kind of a ‘fraidy cat
so I peek around the corner to see where I’m at
and although nothing is ever quite crystal clear
it turns out I’m standing, still standing right here
in the middle
of the beginning
of the rest of my life
A good place to be
Today I wonder if I will ever just relax
I wake up in the morning feeling tired
Go to bed feeling the same way.
I ain’t nuthin’ but tired. Yeah, I’m just tired and bored with myself. Hey there baby I could use. just a little help
Wait, I just lapsed into a Bruce Springsteen song.
Meanwhile, I dreamed I had to maneuver through lot of obstacles to get somewhere — rocky stuff and hills that a person could easily fall off of and I seem to have made it through; but what was the point? I do not know.
Maybe it was that you can make it through the things you see as trouble.
You are strong. It’s not that the obstacles won’t be there. It’s that you will handle it.
Maybe it was a psychic thing — a few months after that dream, I broke my wrist on Mount Vesuvius! And I handled it! Coincidence? Non lo so.
I stopped writing each day
and I gained weight and felt sad
But worth a shot to get back into the routine
All I need is a line a day