tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post115546300195195930..comments2023-11-05T12:28:46.375+00:00Comments on The Harbour of Ourselves: RuinsThe Harbour of Ourselveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07718023812771923348noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1155849435687709572006-08-17T22:17:00.000+01:002006-08-17T22:17:00.000+01:00hey papa i'm in newark airport which is not in rui...hey papa i'm in newark airport which is not in ruins and i will be home tomoro a.m. so please call megareth higginshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06433334411253956639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1155668117003188992006-08-15T19:55:00.000+01:002006-08-15T19:55:00.000+01:00Then there is always the poem by Shelley -- I met...Then there is always the poem by Shelley --<BR/><BR/><I> I met a Traveler from an antique land, <BR/> Who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone <BR/> Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, <BR/> Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, <BR/> And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, <BR/> Tell that its sculptor well those passions read, <BR/> Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, <BR/> The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: <BR/> And on the pedestal these words appear: <BR/> "My name is OZYMANDIAS, King of Kings. <BR/> Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair! "<BR/> No thing beside remains. Round the decay <BR/> Of that Colossal Wreck, boundless and bare, <BR/> The lone and level sands stretch far away. </I>Mata Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04097615918403870130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1155562065355108642006-08-14T14:27:00.000+01:002006-08-14T14:27:00.000+01:00We are broken. That is just the simple truth of al...We are broken. That is just the simple truth of all of us. Life happens in the "so what?" question. <BR/><BR/>Celebrate the pieces.Mata Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04097615918403870130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1155546822296858112006-08-14T10:13:00.000+01:002006-08-14T10:13:00.000+01:00I think we're all a train wreck of a person. Right...I think we're all a train wreck of a person. Right inside with all those insecurities and dark wants...<BR/>Alright maybe it's just meNikitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17929639297231842691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1155536660445822492006-08-14T07:24:00.000+01:002006-08-14T07:24:00.000+01:00i think much like faith we get a feeling, a hunch ...i think much like faith we get a feeling, a hunch if you like, when we are still enough - when we stand back from a situation - we can recognise that maybe this or that is in too many pieces to put back together.<BR/><BR/>i can fully empathise with ruth's train wreck of a person...fullyThe Harbour of Ourselveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07718023812771923348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1155475987556978572006-08-13T14:33:00.000+01:002006-08-13T14:33:00.000+01:00do you think we get to know which things can, and ...do you think we get to know which things can, and which can't be fixed? and if something can't be fixed do we give up trying to fix it?<BR/><BR/>watching six feet under yesterday and ruth is in her knitting class talking to her friends about her life and her relationships. 'I'm a horrible train wreck of a person', she says. sometimes i feel like a horrible train wreck of a person. and often not so beautiful, consistent and wise as those ruins.mister tumnushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08267299982613022432noreply@blogger.com