Oh, and I was just listening to "Mind Games" in my car. Feel free to use the comments on this post to answer the question raised at the end of that old post: "Did I or the ecstatic young woman have the more intense personal engagement with her musical idol?"
We all been playing mind games forever,
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil.
Doing the mind guerilla,
Some call it the search for the grail,
Love is the answer and you know that for sure,
Love is flower you got to let it, you got to let it grow...
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Thanks for the link to me and to your old Lennon-in-restaurant post. I liked yours this morning too.
signed,
An Old Acquaintance
You did.
And there's no doubt about it, at least for--and not because this is your blog or the fact that I know zippo about the young woman.
Normally, I don't like to make judgements about "more intense personal engagements" based on emotionalism, or issues of personal style.
However, when I first visited this post earlier today, two poems came to mind immediately--and whatever instinct brought them from the recesses mind is what brought me to my conclusion. I mean, the fact that they came to mind, those two in particular, and my immediate response to them , in context.
That said, I've thought it over a number of hours before deciding to go with this comment (lest you and everyone else think my mind is sometimes, well, just too wacky or obscure).
SO, here they are:
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
AND
(Ode to) Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.
(I would have pasted in the whole text, but it's so long that I'd expect you to "shoot" me if I did. And, well, I want to live to blog, and everything else, another day.)
I'll leave it to you to decide what part of Wordsworth's ode first came to mind.
I agree with PB...remebering Lennon marks one as a boomer. Hey great you loved the guy, but nobody but your generation of self-absorbed folks cares.
He was a dope smoking, long-haired, musical genius? Yeah, the world won't come up with another one of those anytime soon...
PB:
I don't quite see why one can't appreciate and commemorate both.
Last night, for example, I listened to music of that era and looked at a book of art of that era (and blogged about both over at my place, in a subtle, but very meaningful to me, acknowledgement of the day).
Today commemorates something else. As it does for other people.
Pearl Harbor Day, and all of World War II is of course of bigger historical significance. No one in his or right mind would say otherwise. And almost everyone I've come across in interacting with this blog is literate and intelligent to appreciate the impact of Pearl Harbor and World War II. Um--and for crying out loud--the fact that there is a generation of people known as BOOMERS is--why? (Hint: The people who raised them were ... .)
But the fact is, there are a great number of people whose lives overlapped with that of Lennon; it is our "biggest" generation; and so what if its members want to mark the death of one of its seminal figures?
This world is one of "and's," my friends, "not or's".
You disagree?
I take it I pissed of Quxxo?
I probably deserved it. A tad insufferable, that post.
Not my best day for commenting ...
Probably time to take a break.
Iam: Quxxo's post was unrelated to yours. As to whether I get what I'm supposed to from those poems... I have to admit I don't, actually. But I was interested to see that you thought I was the one with the "more intense personal engagement." I've always assumed she did. That woman believed she was embracing Bruce Springsteen, and, if she hasn't encountered this blog, almost certainly has gone for decades believing that. My experience was of a failure to make contact, which was also memorable. I do have the solace of knowing that if I had in fact intruded on John and Yoko that it would have probably left me feeling bad about it, that I'd been selfish and it had been awkward.
Not all iam. My post, which I will repost, I am waiting for a more relevant thread. Ann specifically asked for answers to a question, and while I think I would like to point Ann and the readers to a very interesting link, believe it or not, I really do try to make the posts relevant.
When I was 14 the best lookin girl in my class asked me to go to a sadie hawkins dance. I was floored !
'Meet the Beatles' was one of the albums they were playing that night.Finally, music my generation could call our own.They not only brought music but fashion. A whole new way to look...later a philosophy and lifestyle.It was breath taking. I thought my generation was so special.
Years later when I realized that I could do that,(play music)I looked at Lennon differently; like I 'understood.'
Today I look at Lennon as just a person albeit an extremely lucky and gifted person. No more idol worship..the dream is...
Your ?. You did because you knew who was sitting at that table. The other
person just thought she knew. The young woman may have "realized" her mistake later or maybe not. Yours was real, hers was a... mind game.
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