Brambles
I guess what's amazing is that it's possible to feel so very many things at once, and yet act as though the chosen course is the only possible, or right, one.
In other news, I've been wondering if it's possible for a pony to dance in a cage, as I'll be one of the intermission bitches at Gurlesque on the weekend and I think Lavender could do with another outing.
4 Comments:
At 4:10 AM,
rapunzel.emma said…
Hey Ali,
I'd like to hope that being in captivity would not prevent a pony from dancing... Makes me feel a little better about animal captivity. ;-) I suppose it just calls for a very different relationship to the bars.
I hope to catch up with you and say hello at Kooky tomorrow night for my birthday outing. Take care!
*e
At 12:33 PM,
gaylourdes said…
'course she can! if you bring lipsticks i'm sure I can fashion a my little pony sunburst swirl upon Lavender's person.
And plus, north king st is literally lined with lavender at the moment.
Sometimes there are no acceptable solutions, only unacceptable ones. This is the beginning of a quote from somewhere, but i've got no idea where from. Perhaps lou knows? What's this codswallop about a chosen course, a one true course, an ultimate truth shining a path of destiny amongst the morass of irrevocably wrong choices? Debate me on this one, and call my bluff, Ali, cos it seems to me that it is always hardest to make a choice by oneself and defend it and it alone as though it's the perfect utopian alternative to whatever problem one faces. Especially when it is clear that the 'regular' solutions, 'what everyone else does' 'the way the world works' is plainly inadequate.
xxo g
At 2:40 PM,
Ali H said…
Dear gaylourdes,
This is what I was originally going to post in place of the first paragraph, but decided against:
My mind's eye is playing carnival tricks on me, not showing me things that aren't there but showing me the many ways the things that are there look from here, from there, from somewhere else. I've felt a half-dozen ways to see the world slip across the palm of my hand and it's been barely hours. My eyes are heavy with it, my whole body is washed out and worn out and trembling tired.
It's exhausting to know multiple contradictory truths, to be acting strongly out into the world on the basis of any or all of them and unable to isolate a single on as the 'actual' or 'omly real' truth.
Regards, Ali
At 12:15 PM,
gaylourdes said…
well frankly i'm confused. Your original text tells a different story to what you ultimately decided on posting, and neither is made clearer by the appearance of the other. However, is it this very conundrum that you were dealing with in the first place, that was making you so tired and exhausted?
But maybe you don't want to be going into this so much on your blog. i'm not asking for an all-out spill everything reply; my interest in this topic was piqued because when i started to ask you about it, i realised there was more i wanted to know about these ideas we rely on, things we believe in to live our lives. oh, my language is clumsy. And i also am no stranger to the selective reportage of blogging, it goes with the territory. (this is an odd metaphor, but i think it will do for now).
Of course, it is ironic that one's elliptical blogging about x might end up being inspiration for much thought-provoking philosophy for y.
xxo g
(and don't think i'm not a little bruised by your distant dears and regards, but that is only one perspective, and an emotional one at that. I'm quite used to the idea that most of my emotions are quite irrational.)
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