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1 month ago

whatthefluther said :

Like a shooting star he burst upon the scene.
Shining brightly he shared the ups and downs, strengths and weaknesses of a well-travelled, at times turbulent life.
A directional beacon, not in professing a path, but in inspiring thought and expression of feelings.
He exposed the very essence of his being while maintaining guard of his identity.
Because when it came down to it, the latter probably held little significance to truly understanding the crux of most of his journey.
He sought no acknowledgement of his success or fame,
And rather sought to open our eyes, hearts and minds to explore our feelings,
And bask in the warmth of sharing the stories that make each of us unique and who we are.
And by sharing we know we are not alone in this crazy world,
And that love and kindness and caring can see us through on our own journeys.
But then he seemingly vanished as if his work here was complete.
He made a huge impact and touched many lives and I hope he gained much and got what he sought.
And if it be so, I wish him continued success.
But I sense a void and feel this shooting star distinguished itself then extinguished itself much too soon.
And I believe I am not alone in that feeling.

Then again, maybe the guy’s just busy at the moment.

Hope to see you back soon, FB. See ya….Gary/wtf

2 months ago

atlantis said :

Thank you so so SO much for that post on self-inquiry. I can’t believe I found you ;)

3 months ago

sdeutsch said :

Welcome to Fluther! I’m always happy to share fondue memories… =) If you’re ever in need of a tasty fondue recipe, let me know – I’m happy to share that too!

3 months ago

SeventhSense said :

Thanks and welcome to the collective. It’s a wild and wacky ride but always fun.
Hang on to your hat!

August 7th, 2009

erichw1504 said :

Regarding your answer:
That is an amazing story, you should be a writer if you’re not already.

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• 2 months ago

  What is your preferred online dictionary and why?

  I too like dictionary.com, yet, for me, I always tend to keep RhymeZone one close handy click away on the browser, as it is a wonderful little companion for composing. I always “attempt” to respect “the rules” with my “word choices”, yet, often, to a fault, as noted in the past by my honored colleagues in the collective, I prefer punctuating my prose, I suppose, who knows, with, well, I’ll disclose, I guess, how it goes – by proposing an auditory approach for myself to the task, crafting sounds with words to accomplish the goal. Also, I guess, to make an attempt at evoking something from the passage, by flexing the rhythm and melody in the word choices, making me feel something, and hopefully eliciting a response from an audience. Yes, I like to write for speaking, and singing, not necessarily for reading. Preferences… Hmmm… FB http://www.rhymezone.com/
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• 2 months ago

  How do you use the word 'Infest' in the right way?

  Great word choice! Infest is what I call a very “actable” word – you can visualize a great deal with it, yet most of all, you can “do” a lot with it. Used appropriately it will act for you. So, Bravo!, regarding your selection. Beyond the initial rules of grammar, when I find a word I like, and I want to apply it to a situation within a sentence I am crafting, I always try to value-size the root word I begin with, in order to see if I could flush out a richer and more colorful approach to what it is I want to say. Then, I sometimes, for fun, strain the word and the intention behind it through the Shakespeare Funnel (I made that up, I think… probably not) , to blast it about for a while, and see where it lands. Identify your aim. Let the objective – what you want to accomplish in using the word – rule your application of it. Think beyond the word itself, and earn your right to deliver it effectively, by understanding the appropriate grammatical rule, and then messing around and riffing with it. Say the sentence out loud. Take it for a test drive, by saying it, in a sentence, or in fragments, to several different people – or the collection of imaginary characters hovering around you, the ones instantly summoned forth to converse with you in moments like these. Does it feel right? Does it fit? Am I accomplishing what it is I had set out to accomplish in the first place…? Or have I found something better. Or worse. You decide. Take the ride! See where it leads you. “I sense this unseemly vile infestation oozing about the beauteous world I long to inhabit, whenever your hideous presence arrives upon my sacred doorstep.” – FB
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• 2 months ago

  Does karma truly exist, or is everything just circumstance and luck?

  I I do not have the answer as to why this question and I have spent over a half a day together, and this day in particular, without me generating an answer worthy enough for the collective. Everyone has been awesome on this one, by the way. On point, my friends, and as the wave of the thread has grown, stunningly representative of the potent power of this site. Bravo! So, this will be difficult… I guess that is, because, last evening, I received news of the passing of two old partners of mine from the days of glory. We parted ways, unhappily, in a chaotic, messy, series of events, which, at the time, was simply a failure as a group to achieve one goal among many required of us. And what it all ended up becoming, for me, was a small wound that I used to justify imbuing the entire episode with a curse. I vowed never, ever – wow – to grant them my friendship ever again, as a way of offering up a lesson for their lack of faith and support in the mission, at an important moment, when we had all set forth upon it together. A commitment. A trust. It meant a lot to me at the time, and now, well, given the recent events it means even more. Only different… The lesson. Wow… So, to arrive at some clarity, I am well aware, I need to embrace the simple, yet incredibly powerful law of cause and effect. Because, I know, that is what it is. Nothing else. How I am feeling, right now, the suffering, the guilt, the shame, the conflicted emotions spewing about my room are so incredibly difficult to bear, and to endure, that I am finding writing about it, here, a necessary cathartic experience. Thank you. Thank you for being so gracious in providing this space. Now. Right now. And, you see, because I am a poet, and I am a dreamer, a composer, and a maker of docu-memories derived from life’s wondrous abundance of souvenirs, I feel compelled to visit the word of poetry residing amidst the careful crafting of the question above, as a way to underscore my acknowledgment for the significance of this day. Karma. Defined beautifully by the collective above as to” what is the what”, and “what it is, is what it is” – I can say thanks to you all, for your brilliance, and ask for your acceptance of me, the poet, who will apply a word to his acceptance of the “effect” brought upon himself by something he “caused”, a long long time ago. A word to place at the foot of the journey forward from here, or possibly a light above the walk, to remain forever as a signal, a reminder, a lesson… Karma.
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• 2 months ago

  Would it be a good or bad thing for you if you were in your head all day every day?

  OK, I love your question. Thank you for initiating this thread. I have less of a self-reflecting personal approach here, as to me, your question has evoked a session, yes, inside my head, where I have chosen to evaluate an aspect of my repertoire – my proclivity for navigating into the fertile land of process. So, if I may indulged a bit further, I find, for good and for bad, in a healthy debate or an outrageous conflict, that I embrace the concept of “being in your head”, to actually mean, for me, not being limited to only being all about me, necessarily, as the journey, inside, is always a welcome alternative for those times when I choose to be on hiatus from the story of life which is perpetually streaming recklessly away on the outside of my head. And all players are invited. Inside. And, the amount of time I devote to these excursions in my head is irrelevant, to me, as I tend to, at most times, carry on both the inside and outside as a welcome respite from the monotony of one singular sojourn. The art in it – here it is – is the discipline which is beautifully inherent in the practice, attempting to shift seamlessly, between both, editing as I go upon the multitude of split screens flickering before me. Crazy, huh? And the diversity of experiences, the richness, in other words, quite often, is that I spend time inside my head, as myself, engaged in a variety of exchanges with others, and at times, reversing it all to find myself assuming the lives of others in order to achieve multiple outcomes on the road to a wider point of view. A richer more vibrant experience. Alive. For me. And, perhaps, for someone else… Eventually. In some form or other. Process. I am not alone in here. When I exhaust everyone else, I always will have myself. Histrionics. Role Play. I mean, in my head, exclusively, I thrill at the opportunity to invest in theatre, spending enormous amounts of time immersed within it’s generous devices, enjoying the rights and privileges so abundantly available for this level of commitment. And, with the overflowing reservoir of images, words and music developed within, I dig into my deep overflowing well and use it all. Inside and out. It’s mine. I am a writer. Inside and out. Process. Listen, please, I know that after reading the above, you are probably screaming: “there goes 4 minutes of my life that I will never get back!”, I feel you there, but, come on, really, I mean please, all I ask is, for me – for all of us in here, really – please, do not alert the hospital, they know where I am, they understand, I think, well, yeah, I’m sure, trust me – and me too, OK? – just know that we did promise them we would return as soon as we finish all of our conversations.
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• 2 months ago

  "The Show Must Go On"....mustn't it?

  They cancelled my outdoor gig tonight in NYC due to rain. Pissed off about it. Really. But, out of my hands, so, I took my own two hands and my acoustic guitar, went into the nearest subway. Did the gig. It was a “happening”. People dug it. Had a blast. Busking. Made a couple of $$. Gave it to a homeless gal. She had been sitting on the sidelines tapping to the beat upon her dusty thigh. I said to her, “Hey, here, take this, go get something good and healthy to eat. OK? Take care of yourself. Promise? I’ll be gigging on this subway platform again someday, and I can always use a good percussionist!” I mean, the show must go on…mustn’t it?
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