"you're my man." robin said. that was better than, "he goes, or i go." which is what julie said on christmas eve. bobby was detoxing at the loft… harmless. this is the truth. s. was challenged to choose between his brother and his girl. and he loved her. he really loved her more than anything in the world.
two heads crashed on the concrete simultaneously. it began twenty minutes ago, up in the loft. after persuasion failed, s. had to wrestle his brother to the elevator, open the door, pull the gate, force him in, and manage the controls, stopping and starting again and again and drag bobby down the hall to the final exterior door.
after the fall on the concrete, s. maneuvered his brother to the sidewalk and locked the door. it was hard and grotesque.
when they went home to the sixth street pad, on the ground floor, there was bobby sleeping in their bed. he had broken in through the window.
still in the same mode of obedience to his 'wife', s. called the police…. christmas eve was never more ruined.
"may we know the wonder of
small and simple things
this christmas time
and in our humble reverie
grow gentle and good." drury
s. had no suspicion how temporary this situation was, speeding from soho to the eastside, from east to west village, was a blur. twice a week he even fit in on his evenings off from the "figaro", three hours at the art students league on 57th st. here he learned that to teach art all you had to do was: if your student did a rendition too loose you seriously accosted him and said "try to tighten it up a little." and if he was too tight, you say, "loosen up." that's teaching.
of course s. applied for a grant at cooper union, just down the block, between work and home. cooper union was the best equipped art school in the city. but s. was never good with inteviews. also, the system, was as mechanical as a the gates of the dam.
ellinidata said:
I love the lines meli,very fluid ! Bobby was like the beloved little pup that always came back, he had nowhere else to go… you shared the same womb, and you had the same blood in your veins, the love of a woman wasn't the one that made you take him to the street, it was your young age. I don't see it happening today if you had to make the same choice…Youth…we want others around us to be as perfect as we wished we would have been ourselves, iven if we are not perfect !(if that makes any sense to you .. ):heart:
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PainterWoman said:
There have been similar situations in my life. While some people said to me I was being selfish in turning my back, I always said in return "I must for my own survival". I have found if you take on other people's trials and tribulations (I have done this in the past), you have nothing left to get through your own. It is not being selfish. One must learn to stand on their own. Yet even that statement sounds self-centered in a way but it is a necessity.
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ellinidata said:
we were the sponges that absorbed as much as we could, the "good the bad and the ugly" and today we are the ones that choose to or not to let our lives/hearts to absorb or be touched by thing we value these days differntly, they don't just happen and we are not just alive , we live. I hope my thoughts do come clear to you.Sometimes I wish you understood Greek…:heart:
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IArtMan said:
that is priceless… that there can be growth. bobby spent a couple of nights here last month on his way back to the cascade mountains and my favorite rivers the skagit and the sauk. the twin jade rivers.i asked him, "are you the same guy i played with when i was a little kid… and we were running around, tumbling in the grass and wrestling… i tagged along. wherever you went, i would go." he said, "no." bobby can talk a 'blue streak' most of the time, but he kept his answer simple on that one.makes me wonder though, who are we if we are not who we were?
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IArtMan said:
pam, you got it right, "I must for my own survival", and i don't think anyone but the principles involved can make accurate moral judgments. we who were there know what was at stake. it could even be that you cut someone loose, even family, for their own good. as a shock to force them to face their situation, or grow up or something. thanks for commenting, :heart: food for thought. :happy:
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IArtMan said:
i do too. and yes your thoughts are clear… we live more consciously now. and that's a very good development. :heart:
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IArtMan said:
that makes perfect sense meli, :heart: very understanding, you are. needless to say, its a hard thing to live down. bobby still tells his side of the story, winding up with, "and it was christmas."
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ellinidata said:
old hurt/bad memories are like bitter almonds on a cake..when he hugs you and shares happy moments with you now, he has the cake…and that's perfect!you both know blood is thicker than anything and I am sure only your kids are more important today nobody else! wives, ex wives, neighbors friends…you care but your bobby is always the best! Isn't growing a great thing? we see and feel things very differently … and thats priceless!
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SummerAngel said:
It is so sad we are put in situations where we have to choose between those we love. I think it is wonderful you and Bobby were able to work through this and have the close brotherly connection again. :love:
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edwardpiercy said:
The best one so far, IMO. This one has a kind of urgent flow about it. :wizard:
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intothedeep said:
The drawings are very nice! :up:Ah! Difficult decisions such as yours. I guess that's why they call it tough love, and I'm finally starting to understand that it IS necessary at times. Great post. All of the comments are too! 🙂
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IArtMan said:
thanks mags, for reading. i like your comment. :happy:
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pfelelep said:
"that's teaching".uh, yes, I somehow agree, I surely taught like that sometimes… 😀
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IArtMan said:
that's what we call "the line of least resistance." o.k. you are honest so i forgive you.:D
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BabyJay99 said:
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