ca·thar·sis ( P ) Pronunciation Key (k-thärss)
n. pl. ca·thar·ses (-sz)
1.A purifying or figurative cleansing of the emotions, especially pity and fear, described by Aristotle as an effect of tragic drama on its audience.
2.A release of emotional tension, as after an overwhelming experience, that restores or refreshes the spirit.
Friday, February 23, 2007
my incoherent emo rants, part 1
“the real mistake… had been believing that you could lose someone you loved in an instant, when in reality it was a process that took months, years and even a lifetime”-picoult
letters from iwo jima triggered 2 important thoughts in me. 1. is the romantic war(i.e. where the distinction of good and evil is clear cut) the only way one person can fight a war and expect to wiggle out of it alive? after all, in very blunt terms, 'it's either you shoot or you get shot.' and the dilution of sympathy and compassion for your opposite number is merely going to get you into trouble, bcos for one, sympathy is not reciprocrated on the battlefield. 2.as i have already realized a long time ago, but reminded once again, that there is a distinction between combatants and civilians in their perspectives towards war. the dichotomy between the two creates a gulf that would take ages or even foreer to bridge. using this mould in our current society, how much of a gulf is there between the people who experience it, and the people who merely here about it?
tempus fugit These two words were inscribed onto a set of my history notes not too long ago, serving as a gentle reminder to us that time flies. These two words seem an awfully apt title to my thoughts. You know it really wasn’t too long ago when I recall celebrating a 60th birthday, and it really wasn’t too long ago that she held my hand and brought the little me around the wet market. And I remember when I used to complain about my damp little shoes, and how I used to love sticking around just to watch her sew or cook. And I could go on and on, talking about the memories of someone who loved me dearly.
She’s 74 this year. (to my shock) And this recent bout of illness grips me with fear. Perhaps the most painful thing that one can experience, is to watch a loved one grimace in pain and you standing by the side, staring – helpless.
14 feb. the day of love. or otherwise the day where couples find a perfect excuse to ostrasize the rest of the single community and exacerbate the pangs of solitude.
gaze at the sky tonight; star - please shine for me
"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes on a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. "
