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	<title>Comments on: Information, Thy Nemesis is Reverie</title>
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		<title>By: Don Share</title>
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		<dc:creator>Don Share</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 17:45:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s really interesting, Henry: &quot;The means which theater has to represent situations where people can&#039;t say what they feel - yet it&#039;s represented anyway.&quot;
Meanwhile, yes: reverie, contemplation as a mode of thanks-giving.  And so Happy Thanksgiving to you, and thanks for all your comments here!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s really interesting, Henry: &#8220;The means which theater has to represent situations where people can&#8217;t say what they feel &#8211; yet it&#8217;s represented anyway.&#8221;<br />
Meanwhile, yes: reverie, contemplation as a mode of thanks-giving.  And so Happy Thanksgiving to you, and thanks for all your comments here!<br /><span id="reportcomment_results_div_6160"><a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="reportComment( 6160 );" title="Report this comment" rel="nofollow">Report this comment</a></span></p>
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		<title>By: Henry Gould</title>
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		<dc:creator>Henry Gould</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 21:08:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes.  I think along these lines...
Richard of St. Victor, back in the Middle Ages.  Contemplation.  Even the evil Ezra Pound was aiming for this, &amp; wrote about it.  Reverie, contemplation.  A mode of thanks-giving.  &amp; what it has to do with poetry.
But lately I&#039;ve been thinking about TS Eliot&#039;s obsession with the primacy of dramatic poetry.  The means which theater has to represent situations where people can&#039;t say what they feel - yet it&#039;s represented anyway.
The misunderstandings, the cruelties, the cowardice, the indifference, the vanities, the power games, that we impose on others - in our private lives.  &amp; how these acts, through their ineluctable consequences, become a judgement on our lives - our personalities, our experience, our fate.
That sphere of personal freedom &amp; responsibility which is &quot;literally&quot; inexpressible - in Public Life, or Hisatory, or Philosophy... comes through in poetry, and theater.
Think about the Good Life, then... or the Kingdom of God... or Utopia...
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes.  I think along these lines&#8230;<br />
Richard of St. Victor, back in the Middle Ages.  Contemplation.  Even the evil Ezra Pound was aiming for this, &#038; wrote about it.  Reverie, contemplation.  A mode of thanks-giving.  &#038; what it has to do with poetry.<br />
But lately I&#8217;ve been thinking about TS Eliot&#8217;s obsession with the primacy of dramatic poetry.  The means which theater has to represent situations where people can&#8217;t say what they feel &#8211; yet it&#8217;s represented anyway.<br />
The misunderstandings, the cruelties, the cowardice, the indifference, the vanities, the power games, that we impose on others &#8211; in our private lives.  &#038; how these acts, through their ineluctable consequences, become a judgement on our lives &#8211; our personalities, our experience, our fate.<br />
That sphere of personal freedom &#038; responsibility which is &#8220;literally&#8221; inexpressible &#8211; in Public Life, or Hisatory, or Philosophy&#8230; comes through in poetry, and theater.<br />
Think about the Good Life, then&#8230; or the Kingdom of God&#8230; or Utopia&#8230;<br /><span id="reportcomment_results_div_6159"><a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="reportComment( 6159 );" title="Report this comment" rel="nofollow">Report this comment</a></span></p>
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