Janet Kaiser on fri 1 jun 01
I love your analogy, Merrie! Even if a tad icky, we all
know what you mean. Otherwise, how come so many people
are up in arms, whilst proclaiming they always delete
the messages from He-who-shall-not-be-named unread?
For my part, I am actually amused, whilst bemused...
Rather like the somewhat shame-faced Schadenfreude of
watching someone else's kid having a full-blown temper
tantrum in the middle of a very busy place at a most
inconvenient time... It really is amusing to watch and
witness, but only from the sidelines. When it is one's
own little darling or you are being kicked in the
nether regions as part of the action, it is a whole
different ball game. And of course kids sometimes shoot
real guns these days, so the situation can get really
out of hand.
But I am hearing language, the likes of which I have
not heard spoken in either real or mock anger since I
left school... Brings back memories and makes me
remember how bawdy English can be... even (or
particularly?) in the USA! Boisterous, licentious,
lively, profane: just like 17th century England, before
Puritanical prudery made everyone watch what they said
and how they said it... The precursor of political
correctness.
Quite refreshing, really. Shame it is all just a
wind-up: either professional or hobby shit-stirring,
not genuine concern for anyone or anything at any time.
Certainly never has much to do with pots, clay, potting
or art, but a great deal to do with the ich, id, ego,
fi and MeMeMeMe of the writer.
It is also a genuine concern: whatever happened to the
famous southern charm? Or is that a fiction too?
Janet Kaiser
The Chapel of Art . Capel Celfyddyd
HOME OF THE INTERNATIONAL POTTERS' PATH
Criccieth LL52 0EA, GB-Wales Tel: (01766) 523570
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----- Original Message -----
> Have you ever been driving down the road and you
realize that you are
> approaching a dead animal.....bloody guts being
spread about by buzzards and
> passing cars.......and you tell yourself, "Just don't
look....don't
> look.....don't look...." but, the moment you are
directly upon it, you
> look !
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