you know, the first image here that came to mind was your lab on the duck hunt when she went under ... not to make light of that, of course, nor did I see that incident happen. but funny how the mind works. I'd be curious if that's what this is actually about or if you had something else in mind. either way, nice one.
well, its kinda about that phenomologically speaking.
You got the female drowning part perfect. :)
I had in mind a situation where a female is panic stricken and an observer feels a mixture of pathos-- empathy, sympathy, and disgust, probably a survival instinct in the observer not to share in the panic....its wierd the emotions we have.
I guess it is more about the observer than the actual subject.
Welcome to "When I Wax"-- a place to escape the pedants and wax poetic, or even wax artistic.
The mythologist Joseph Campbell was asked by an interviewer how a regular person could preserve his sense of the mythic when so many feel too besieged by the claims of every day living. He said, "You must have a place to which you can go, in your heart, in your mind, or your house, almost every day, where you do not know what you owe anyone or what anyone owes you. You must have a place you can go to where you do not know what your work is or who you work for, where you do not know who you are married to or who your children are."
When I Wax is such a place for me. Blogging drafts of poetry and other sundries is like practice fly-casting on the front lawn... it may look silly, but it's effective...
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you know, the first image here that came to mind was your lab on the duck hunt when she went under ... not to make light of that, of course, nor did I see that incident happen. but funny how the mind works. I'd be curious if that's what this is actually about or if you had something else in mind. either way, nice one.
well, its kinda about that phenomologically speaking.
You got the female drowning part perfect. :)
I had in mind a situation where a female is panic stricken and an observer feels a mixture of pathos-- empathy, sympathy, and disgust, probably a survival instinct in the observer not to share in the panic....its wierd the emotions we have.
I guess it is more about the observer than the actual subject.
Thanks for the comment Jim.
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