"In those rare white-light moments when I have felt a holy bliss, I’ve quickly purchased a candle or crystal, hoping to pocket the feeling. Unfortunately, that feeling cannot be contained in an object any more than it can be pinned down to one human being. It is so easy to confuse spiritual longing with a craving for romantic love. Beautiful people are everywhere, whereas the desire for some kind of eternal beauty or ineffable truth is more nebulous, always just out of reach. Recently, on a solo holiday trip to Paris... I saw a group of university students: three men and one woman. One of the men, the handsomest among them, kept reaching out to touch the woman’s earring. The woman would smile at him and then look down. I was reminded of the lovers frozen in time in John Keats’s poem 'Ode on a Grecian Urn.' They are eternally about to touch, forever on the precipice of kissing."
From "Life Without Longing/Who would I be if I wasn’t hustling to make some other person, real or imagined, fall in love with me?" by Melissa Broder (NYT). More text and lots of photographs at the link, including one of a Statue of Liberty street performer checking his iPhone.
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?...
February 10, 2019
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Keats did not confuse spiritual longing with Romantic love.
Keats was Attic not Romantic.
Why is it that people write, "Who would I be if I wasn’t hustling to make some other person, real or imagined, fall in love with me?" when he could write, in proper English, "Who would I be if I weren’t hustling to make some other person, real or imagined, fall in love with me?"
Kenneth Burke argued beauty and truth meant body and turd.
The subjunctive appears to be slowing dying out.
Woman needs to go to church and find a husband.
Unfortunately for her, she wont find a husband in church, probably.
Way more women than men.
In the end people are remarkably simple, they are just very skilled at presenting their problems as complex.
I was confused by the article by the end- I was under the impression that we were seeing a photographic tour by Broder, but then the photographs weren't taken by her. What was the connection between the essay and the photography?
Sex robots to the rescue!
"I don’t think a church is any holier than a sex shop."
Well, there's her problem.
She re-wrote "Splash" but flipped the characters. Tom Hanks is the Merman. Maybe he's Aquaman.
She has a movie deal. I'm jealous.
The accompanying photos are a bizarre juxtaposition. I guess that's intentional. It really changes the piece. The writing is so utterly banal that you wonder if the photos -- of sex-shops, dead flowers, commercialized valentines -- has more to offer than art school cynicism.
I’ve wanted a higher power to provide that same narcotic delight one feels in the early stages of a relationship
Maybe you're just in love with drugs?
Wonderful, ironic photographs.
One of the French existentialists said that what we really desire is to desire. I wrote the quote down years ago, but now I can't find it.
Yancy, I was also confused, then noticed it was "Produced by..."
She's full of herself, and another substance as well.
Is there anything truthful in the words? I'm not convinced.
Romance is an art form. This writer seems to be a philistine seeking the creative art of a man and woman in a relationship. The perfect female form with a cute personality, a kind heart and a superior mind is a gift from the Matchmaker God who first did that when He presented Eve to Adam.
Your higher power likes it when you keep still. You can’t flail your way to coaxing it’s attention.
Why does that sound narcissistic to me?
Ditzy, new age, future cat woman, I predict.
"What else does this craving, and this helplessness, proclaim but that there was once in man a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace?
This he tries in vain to fill with everything around him, seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in those that are, though none can help, since this infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable object; in other words by God himself”
..or maybe just Photoshop herself into a picture with Valentino
To double the perceived narcotic delight, you need 10 times as much higher power.
"I don’t think a church is any holier than a sex shop. " The left in a nutshell. no objective truth, no beauty. But isn't it strange how the left 'discovers' the ancient truths about two genders, belief in God. The modern American university actively denies Western traditions and values. But manages to 'stumble' on them, after much public angst. intellectuals, indeed.
(eaglebeak)
Does Melissa Broder realize the maiden is striving to escape?
All I can say is
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter;
Melissa should have forborn to write.
She sounds pretty demanding in what she wants from a Higher Power. Unfortunately, none of the ones on offer seem to meet her needs better than her own navel.
“And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.“
John 17:3
Long ago when I was young and full of myself my Dad and I were teasing each other about one of my few conquests. My grandmother overheard a smidge of the conversation, took me aside and said “I met your grandfather when I was 17. You aren’t doing anything we didn’t do. We just spent more time doing it and less time talking about it” There’s a moral there somewhere.
The modern American university denies ANY traditions and traditional values.
It affirms only fashionable and ever mutating values created in its own subculture.
What's Ode on a Grecian Urn?
Only two payments of $29.95!
@Fernandistein re: avatar
AOC should modify the Rolling Stone's logo and use it for her own.
from 'lapping tongue' to 'Braying Jackass'
"I’ve wanted a higher power to provide that same narcotic delight one feels in the early stages of a relationship."
At first I thought this was going to be an Obama voter revisiting the 2008 election.
The answer to life, the universe, and everything, is internally, externally, and mutually consistent.
I seem so empty
My endless longing goes on
I'm living like I'm lost these days
--"This Longing" Neverending White Lights
Interesting photographs. The one of the tire with SEND NUDES on the side reminded me of something I saw on Facebook that said, "Don't send nudes. Send pictures of your medicine cabinet. I need to know what kind of psycho I'm dealing with."
Ugh - how can anyone read this drivel - I gave it up three sentences in. Seriously - I am truly curious. I never could read this kind of female navel gazing crap, even when I was the prime age for it!
That thing that happens to us with new love is pretty powerful, but after being through it a few times, I'm torn on whether the wonderful feelings are worth the debilitation. You really are quite helpless in that state. I prefer the feeling of stable, long-term, dependable love. That makes me feel strong and grounded instead of weak and floating.
That is probably a maturity thing, since the same preference has settled in on me with intoxication of the chemical kind. There was a time when feeling out of control was the goal. Now I seek that feeling of peace and self-control.
This was filler. High minded and thoughtfully curated filler.
Could a Netflix series with the right actors
"Life Without Longing/Who would I be if I wasn’t hustling to make some other person, real or imagined, fall in love with me?"
Well, you'd be just one of the many ejecated single women who apply their feminine powers of rationalization to try and justify their spinsterhood to themselves while not hurting their own feelings.
Expect more of the same as elite gender imbalances and the War on Men intensify--which will indirectly fuel prog politics, since Big Brother must protect the poor dears and punish the mean men out there.
This sounds like a very sad, confused, and lonely person. If she had greater self-knowledge, she might realize that her romantic longings are partly hormonally-driven and partly ego-driven.
Being a slave to the ego and its demands is a recipe for unhappiness. It is a spoiled child and is more unhappy the more attention you pay to it. She would do well to spend some time alone walking in the woods and learning to turn her wretched inner monologue off. Or at least getting a sense of what she is missing when it is turned on. Or that it exists at all, and is entirely her own creation, and is her prison as well.
Regarding the photographs, I chuckled at the "Cupid" boys t-shirts; it reminds me of something you would see in Japan. My guess is that the packaging probably was designed somewhere in Asia.
The only other photograph that spoke to me was "Flowers Inside". I like the composition and use of color, and the way the light reflects off the plastic, drawing attention to itself juxtaposed with the darker space behind it.
The rest serve as a good reminder of some of the reasons why I could never live in the city.
She can take her first step on the path to happiness by plumping up some.
Don't send nudes. Send pictures of your medicine cabinet. I need to know what kind of psycho I'm dealing with.
Ask and ye shall receive: she did that, too!
It's been done. Much better too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAyDmJvjxbg
I spent the afternoon searching unsuccessfully for a pithy Li Bai quote on the subject. 'Twas a lovely afternoon nonetheless.
Flirting supplies much of the delight she seeks.
The Li Bai paragraph was intended for the marriage is... post.
If she thinks a crystal is going to do anything aside from sit there and do nothing, she isn't thinking rationally anyway.
This would be a great announcement of running for president.
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