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Tuesday, September 13, 2005 at 3:28 PM

The Company of Oneself

I am in the process of reading Fifty Days of Solitude by Doris Grumbach. These are the musings of a writer in the middle of a Maine winter, delibrately shunning society as much as possible. It combines several elements that have long captured my attention: solitude and an acute awareness of the natural world. I enjoy the company of such writers. The world seems such a larger place on a small scale. Without the distractions we have come to accept, even embrace, there is time to examine one's thoughts as well as the habits of the wildlife one shares a piece of land with. For writers of this genre at any rate, the observations of even the smallest details of daily life provide insights which would otherwise be missed. Never having entered into such an experiment myself, I am sure my impressions are largely romanticized, but then, each of us is entitled to harbour her own secret fantasies via books. For some, a bare chested, wind blown Fabio embraces a busty, lusty heroine on the cover. For others, the cover presents snowy hills pricked by black trunks supporting lacy branches.

By adriennelibrarian at 3:28 PM

Blogger Shaw Israel Izikson said...

I lived in quite a few Maine winters in solitude (unless you really want to count living with my family, a very large Dalmatian, a Maltese, a Shizu (in the last year), and an amazon green parrot.)

It was amongst a really beautiful wilderness backdrop that, alas, was pierced with a little too much with the realities of people and their ignorance towards nature.

I don't want to destroy yer happiness by piercing yer fantasies, so, I'll stop here.  

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Blogger Shaw Israel Izikson said...

why the heck izzit im always the first one to respond to yer blog...  

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Blogger adriennelibrarian said...

could be you iz the only person who reads it  

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Blogger Shaw Israel Izikson said...

I'll figure out a way to fix that.

I'm gettin' tired of seeing 8 or 9 comments on my blog, yet, only seeing like one or two comments (usually all by me) on every 'un elses.  

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Blogger Shaw Israel Izikson said...

And yet, today, it happened again. Now people are actually having BETTING POOLS about me $!$#!#$$@$@#$@$$%@#

I'm gonna solve this problem once and for all. One way or another, everyone is gonna be seen...your stuff too.  

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is she ill?
hydrocodone  

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