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    1. Thanks, it is a challenge to describe a connection that it beyond words, by using words. Perhaps that’s the paradox of language, that no matter it’s limits it can be used to create signposts to something beyond itself.

  1. I rarely make it to the end of lengthy posts but have to tell you I was hypnotized by your writing and couldn’t stop reading. Your evocation of a profound moment in time is brilliant. I’m not sure how much more I can read of your past posts right now as it’s very late where I am but I take your images into my sleep…

  2. I especially love this:

    “The most striking thing I remember about that day is that we didn’t feel the need to speak about each other, to present our birthplaces, histories, family dramas, or ideologies. We didn’t engage in the small talk or big talk that people usually make when they first meet, in order to impress each other out of a need for approval, or to decipher each other under the microscope of judgment. It was as if we felt that we knew all there was to know about each other in those brief moments of poetry that broke through the muteness of everyday speech.”

    I would not hesitate to say that anyone who has felt the power of this type of connection knows it forever, the feeling never fades, instantly recalled at any moment in time. Your ability to speak fluidly of complex truths of the human condition is truly an art, and this comes from someone very skeptical of words and language in general. Absolutely stunning.

    1. Thank you for the wonderful reply Amanda. I am also very skeptical about whether words and language are adequate to capture the ineffable nature and singularity of lived experience. Although we’re more used to words that come from the calculations of the rational mind, there are also words that come from the language of the heart – which is where poetry, art, dreams, and magical, utopian worlds reside. I’m grateful when I can tap into that other language (it comes and goes with inspiration, so it’s not exactly a learned skill), and it is very rewarding when that language also resonates with others.

  3. Anna, this is beautiful. Thank you for unleashing your flow of being to the world. I have bookmarked and I will be reading. Let me know when the manuscript is ready. If you need a reader, I’m here. Love and success to you, A:)ex

  4. Captivating. A narration on the redundancy of narrative – if I may put it that way?

    It is only when the ticking of clocks stops that time comes to life.

    With gratitude and respect, Hariod Brawn. ❤

    1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your gratitude. In a sense, yes, it’s about redundancy. In another, no, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing.

      1. Of course, the narrative I meant was that of the internalised self-narrative – my idea about my ‘self’ and so forth; the self-reflecting egoic narrative. Good writing is never redundant.

  5. I much enjoyed this entire piece, and look forward to the continuation. I particularly enjoyed the way you introduced the shift into contrast near the end, the way a moment outside of time filled with pure, raw human connection that began with the frenzy of the carnival and passed through two beings at a level transcending locality and history, was gone the next morning. Do you like coffee or orange juice? Should we sit and talk? Or just walk. As if a storm had blown through and the people whom it had inhabited were cleaned out and left once again like the carnival grounds, returned to the agency of the cleaning staff. The return of time and locality creep in… A lovely read…

    Michael

    1. Thank you, this is a wonderful sentence – “As if a storm had blown through and the people whom it had inhabited were cleaned out and left once again like the carnival grounds, returned to the agency of the cleaning staff” – that captured the post-carnival return to the ordinary in a metaphor that was much better than my own.

  6. What’s interesting for me is this type of thing was almost commonplace in the sixties in many cities in EU and USA. Now it must seem a sort of strangeness… an almost Dionysian atmosphere of Carnival pervaded that era, a time of dreams, release, and, of course psychedelia opened it up to a certain political transformation within and without… I do hope in our age the young once again awaken but with a little more intrepidness and obstinate urgency.

    Thanks for the informed post on this 🙂

    1. This is about the Carnival against Capitalism in 1999 in London. The Dionysian atmosphere of Carnival, which was clearly articulated in the pamphlets and memoirs of that event, was also present in Seattle in 1999, in Prague in 2000, and to a lesser extent in Genoa in 2001, in Heiligendamm in 2007 and in the Occupy Movements. So this reflection (and the others in the book) are very much about our own time. As far as the 60s I can’t speculate since I wasn’t there, although I’ve seen a lot of nostalgic speculation about the 60s from people who weren’t there but imagine that it must have been better than whatever is happening in our own time because history doesn’t move in a straight line. It might not, but perhaps it resembles more of a spiral than being blown backwards into the future by the storm of progress…

      1. Yea, I lived it… 🙂 at 62 grew up between Chicago, San Francisco, and Dallas during those years… and, at the age of 16 ran away from home, lived the street life of the time. And, yes, of course there is differences as there obviously would be with different mind sets. The one can never be reduced to the other, but there can be similarities that abide in all such movements at the core and periphery.

      2. Either way… enjoyed the essay! Even though he’s out of fashion, Baudrillard’s later Carnival and Cannibals sheds some interesting light. Bahktin in his work on the medieval carnival in his Rabelais and his World, and many of the works of baroque carnival dealing with South American Baroque and the Carnival as political tool might be of benefit, but sounds like your well read in the literature already. So good luck I’ll keep an eye on your efforts. Thanks again!

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