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2019, 6*, anger, Anita Ekberg, fountain, house, identity, La Dolce Vita, others, quiet, sitting, society
look at this one sitting to one side
smouldering
why does it sit there seething about
it it it, while others
get on doing stuff making
a world-wide society of life
with all of its crowns and repeated
acts of shame
look at their talent, their love,
their art, their smile
look at it, indulge in it; in fact,
step into the pool and hold up your hair
under the fountain for all to share
glue-like to the society in which I sit
quietly in my quiet house
drenched from under Bodhisattvacharyavatara VI, 76-77: [76] If someone is attuned enough to spiritual things to find delight and joy in recognising the appearance of excellent qualities and worth in another and praising them as a good person, and if this makes them happy and draws people close together, why then, oh (sulky) mind, don’t you join in with the recognition as well; why are you not rejoicing too and taking the same delight too? [77] (But isn’t feeling joy and delight an attachment, and therefore bad?) But this pleasure, this delight cultivated through praise of another’s virtue, is an entirely virtuous activity, a spring, a fountain, of joy, which is not prohibited, but, even, a precept, taught by those of Ultimate Quality and Worth, an excellent way to bring people together of which one should take full advantage.
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house wormhole: Cote des Bœufs à l’Hermitage, Pontoise, 1877
identity & society wormhole: Renunciation
others wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
quiet wormhole: A Corner of the Garden at the Hermitage, 1877
sitting wormhole: Sujātā
Except when one person’s glee (admiration?) comes at the expense of another’s labor, or freedom, or personal rights. There’s the problem as I see it. You’re in Britain, I think (?) – Isn’t der trumpeter staining your shores this week?
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certainly, certainly, it is the day-to-day admiration/recognition that might equally have gone your way (and even, maybe, did), but over which you might not have been as equanimous as you might had you been an unattached observer;
as to visits, I have no ear for trumpets, whether presidential or ministerial: they remind me too much of fanfare – great blares (blairs?) of noise, signifying …
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Grinning hair to hair.
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