One more time.
The foto, or photo that started this off.
It is posted again because no one seems to have picked up on the anger on these pages.
So, who is at fault?
The place is Colette's flat up the hill a bit from our little cottage. Appropriately, being involved with history, the date on the first published picture is very wrong, so I am told.
Is it of worth to express anger? Once expressed, need it be heard? And what is anger anyway? Is it weakness? Is anger a flavor of uncomprehending awe? Is it a final protest before watching things inevitably play out the only way they can?
Anger is probably just pique more of you do not share my sense of humor.
posted by Jack at 23:47
4 Comments:
Well, Jack, "that's the problem with words - they lack body language." To see your expressions and to hear your voice might very well change everything. I plead guilty to not having picked up on your anger, except on two or three posts. Perhaps you confuse anger with angst?
As to your questions: Is it of worth to express anger? Absolutely. Once expressed, need it be heard? If you're mad at someone or something that can be changed, absolutely. Anger is a weakness only if it dominates your life. Most things are not inevitable.
Hell, Jack. I can't even tell now if you're playing or if you're really angry. Either way, I enjoy you. I guess that's all that's left to say.
Peace.
Jack, you're becoming more bold. I just came here through the link on my blog. And I hope that you're not too angry (with me anyway) today. And I'm still waiting to find out what's wrong with the St. Nick photo!
Not that kind of anger.
It is the what happens when you let loose a few hundred thousand ignorant Iraqi troops with their arms into a country with a shattered economy where massive munition dumps have been left unsecured, kind of anger. It is old news but has anyone there asked who ordered the disbanding of the Iraqi army? Has anyone asked who did not order the destruction or securing of the arms dumps?
Thanks Elsie for your thoughts but it is this sort of crap what has me miffed.
As for Saint Nick it is the red herring in little Colette's right hand.
Unfortunately, that kind of anger bubbles under the surface of almost everyone I know. I think it's the feeling that OUR hands are tied, things are being done in OUR name, and there's really not a damn thing WE can do about it. Oh sure, we can scream and yell all we want, but become deflated when no one listens. Maybe that's what you mean "watching things inevitably play out the only way they can." It is frustrating. I may not be getting it just right, Jack. Are you American?
I'm going to look at the St. Nick photo again.
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