Mother's day

[Arcadia]

Tomorrow will be mother's day here and I can't avoid to feel always a bit desolated and disoriented in these days. Even though, each time it's slightly different.
Here's an article by Sandra Russo that appeared today in pagina 12. I liked it a lot.

http://www.pagina12.com.ar/diario/contr ... 10-14.html

[Arcadia]

despite my usual contradictory feelings we had a great family lunch today. I bought (with my father's money, of course) gifts for all the mothers of my brother's political family (that obviously are not my mother) and I recived (being not a mother) a beautiful, very beautiful chocolate/full of tornasol beads/hindu style purse from my brother's suegra... We must be a bit crazy...

[stilltrucking]

Our mother's day here is in May. I was going to go take some flowers to my Rose of San Antone.

Waited for my sister to go with me she said she wanted to. Then week after week she postponed it for some reason or another. So we never went.
My zinnias were in full bloom a couple weeks ago I mentioned to my sister that I was going to the cemetary. She said Why, her birthday was not until October 21st. So I let her talk me into waiting again.

Yesterday the zinnias were still looking good but they were not going to last much longer. So I went by myself. My car started overheating and I barely made it to the cemetary I walked around the cemetary with my little vase of flowers for an hour and could not find her grave. Then I had to call a tow truck to haul my car to the garage.

I wonder if there is a lesson to be learned from yesterday. I wonder if Rose was angry cause I did not bring her daughter with me.

Fall Flowers
Colors still vibrant
perennials

[stilltrucking]

"The Honky Tonks in Texas were my natural home
Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of san antone
It don't matter whose in Austin (state capital)
Lady Bird is still the queen"
Paraphrase of Waylon Jennings song about Bob Will's song The Rose of San Antone.

A couple of years ago LBJ's widow suggested a motto for our Texas auto tags.
"The wild flower state"
But it was not macho enough for the male legistators in Austin.

sorry for the ramble.

SAN ANTONIO ROSE
(Bob Wills)

Deep within my heart lies a melody,
A song of old San Antone.
Where in dreams I live with a memory,
Beneath the stars all alone.

http://www.sam-hane.com/sass/songs/05.htm

[izeveryboyin]

now that I've lost my Grandmother, I could not hate mother's day more. In fact, I think as time progresses, I come to hate all of the holidays more and more. I wish that they'd just cease to exist until I got over it.

--k

[Arcadia]

s/t: your sister not want to go to the cementerio and you want it?. What's the problem?. My brother never goes. My father is the one with more need to go, and I go sometimes to acompañar him. It's a very beautiful park full of trees and flowers and I like to see the seasons changing there too.

izzy: some festivities have the power to put you too much in the center of the scene, even though you don't want that. Well, in fact they don't have such power but sometimes it happens anyway...

thanks for reading!

[MrGuilty]

No problem Arcadia
Just a family tradition to go to the cemetary and visit the ancestors.
Usually in the fall around the high holy days of yom kippur and roshashana . Not my idea to go on mother's day. It was baby sister's.
She has forgiven Crazy Mike, it is her mother she still has issues with. My sister is a very mature woman in many ways. But she is still in denial about the death of her mother. She has a hard time making and keeping women friends. And I think that is telling something about her relationship with her mother, which affects her relaionship with all women. On A personal note I did I tell you about the time I tried to strangle my mother? IT took ten years and LSD for me and her to be best friends after that. The night we sat up all night talking, her with a nice glass of tea and a bagel and not a clue I was talking jib. I was not her favorite son, just her baby boy for too long. How is your head today? This the first day I have not had nails driven into my eyes for a long time. The weather finally broke, cool sixties today. Life is beautiful here.

Izzy I still kind of like thanks giving day. Novemember 22, 1984, the day rose passed on, right at dawn, first rays of the sun just streaming through her window.

You will get over it, I mean the grief, that is where artists and writers are fortunate, trying to avoid a long digression into Freud's Mourning and Melancholia.

I will be back with one quote to make a pont. A little snippet about Joyce and the creative process. I am using my sister's computer, I will find it when I get home and post it later. Going to be a long day, I am just a prisioner of her love.

Pardon sock puppet
I can't login as ST from her computer
Something to do with cookies

[izeveryboyin]

Well, in fact they don't have such power but sometimes it happens anyway...

that's what I hate about them.

--k

[gypsyjoker]

The only festivities that spook me are the patriotic.


You got thanksgiving day down there in argentina?


I am having another schizoid laundry day it seems.
Something to do with cookies I think
So many clean socks today

[Arcadia]

thanksgiving?, no that's yours!
my head today's great, the atmosphere's pressure and other things must be stable!.

[stilltrucking]

Yes thanks giving such a north american tragi-comedy.
Canada has one too.

Canadian Thanksgiving"A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed ... to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October. ...
http://www.twilightbridge.com/hobbies/f ... ng/canada/ - 10k - Cached - Similar pages

Not sure about Mexico. Maybe the day of the dead is something like thanksgiving, I will have to google it.



Good to hear your head is good. You made a passing comment about the head aches one day.


Izzy here is the link to the article on Joyce that talks about Mourning and melancholia for what it is worth. I ran across it while reading Sylvia Plath's Journals. She seemed to get some insight into her suicide attempt from it. I mean from Freud's little paper on Mourning and Melancholia. I suppose it was not that much help to her in the end
I have read the Bell Jar many many times. It is a story of women in the fifties. That is how I saw it. Mostly about the disconnect between herself and her mother, not to mention men. Thinking about a jam by judih et all, Medusa Reclaimed. For Plath Medusa was her mother.

Hear is a snippet from Mourning and Melancholia.

Freud says the need to be an artist comes from early childhood and a sense of loss that enables the artist to see things differently. This vision rules his life. Not entirely neurotic, not entirely normal, the artist is endowed with a creative personality and a ruthless passion that allows him to separate his own grief feelings of melancholia from his grief feelings of mourning (death/rebirth or creativity cycle…. Beset by melancholia, his ruthless passion for his inner life during his session (days, weeks, months) of producing an art work separates him from his neurosis. Grief is interpreted as mourning, not depression. Mourning, a positive process in life, leads the sufferer to change and growth, to a kind of rebirth, to a condition previously unknown

." Link to the Joyce paper

http://www.critiquemagazine.com/article/joyce.html

I don't know what relevance Freud has anymore to feminism, but in way I see Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath as martyrs to that Freudian priesthood of the fifties.

ramble ramble ramble