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General Category => General Discussion => Topic started by: Bubbles on June 22, 2016, 10:23:00 AM
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What things really move you?
https://youtu.be/aHJRBpIZm1o
I found that very moving.
Every so often I come across something that brings a lump to my throat.
What moves you?
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I don't like music so it didn't move me. I can't think of anything which does as I am not particularly sentimental.
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If I had to list all the music that moves me I doubt if the server could cope. Music hits the spot in a way that no other art form can, not to the same extent anyway.
That said, the last fifteen minutes or so of The Shawshank Redemption always has me in floods.
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A child's hand in mine.
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Prunes.
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Prunes.
Got to clean the coffee off my keyboard now.
But more seriously "Imitation of Life" a Douglas Sirk film. when Mahalia Jackson starts singing at the funeral I'm gone.
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Seb, that was a hilarious remark ;D.
Lots of things move me, some music, the written word, drama and film, people especially children but older people too, things they say and expressions on their faces. I don't think being moved is the same as being sentimental, that's a different - er - sentiment.
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Insects really get me. They are so jewel-like, well, some of them. On our allotment, we have bronze flies, gorgeous and perfect.
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Wild flowers. Love the simplicity and, very often, the fragility.
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Rhi,
A child's hand in mine.
Provided presumably there's a child attached to it?
Be a bit macabre otherwise I'd say.
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Rhi,
Provided presumably there's a child attached to it?
Be a bit macabre otherwise I'd say.
Reminds me of this from the great Tom Lehrer.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjPhFSlhOuQ&list=RDkjPhFSlhOuQ
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Wild flowers. Love the simplicity and, very often, the fragility.
I love wild flowers best of all flowers.
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News articles like this:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-manchester-36596875
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What moves me?
The fact that I have been fishing twice this week and only caught one fish!!!!!!!!
Hell my life stinks.
I had to sit there and endure the peace and calm of the waters edge, conversation with fellow anglers and looking out for wildlife.
Contrast that with the lucky bastard kids under five who die each day because of poor water.
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And those lucky sods who live on the streets and so don't have to pay rent.
http://www.railwaychildren.org.uk/
I really am unlucky to have been born where I am and when I am.
I hope you all feel a lot of sympathy with me.
:(
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News articles like this:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-manchester-36596875
On that we are agreed: a heart-warming story.
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Poetry, mostly - this, for example.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare
From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1
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50 bees this morning on our herb patch. Bliss.
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And especially this, by Douglas Dunn, one of a series of poems in memory of his wife, who died of cancer in her 30s.
The Kaleidoscope
To climb these stairs again, bearing a tray,
Might be to find you pillowed with your books,
Your inventories listing gowns and frocks
As if preparing for a holiday.
Or, turning from the landing, I might find
My presence watched through your kaleidoscope,
A symmetry of husbands, each redesigned
In lovely forms of foresight, prayer and hope.
I climb these stairs a dozen times a day
And, by the open door, wait, looking in
At where you died. My hands become a tray
Offering me, my flesh, my soul, my skin.
Grief wrongs us so. I stand, and wait, and cry
For the absurd forgiveness, not knowing why.
Douglas Dunn
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And this, by my favourite living poet and the best poet laureate in my lifetime, Carol Ann Duffy:
Prayer
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.
Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.
Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.
Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.
Carol Ann Duffy
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And this, by John Donne:
A Valediction, Forbidding Mourning
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
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Steve H, you owe me a box of tissues :'( !
NS, now I know what you meant when you said you'd got your tackle out; I did wonder.
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Music, poetry, literature, Art, all push my buttons.
But I get terminally sad and very angry sometimes too when I see one of those items on the news showing a small child dying of cancer or some such god given disease or one who has been ill-treated or worse still killed.
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So do I. I also become very upset watching some drama or crime stories where children are involved.
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Steve H, you owe me a box of tissues :'( !
;D
Another one by the Bard:
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The scepter, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownèd be thy grave!
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Rhi,
Provided presumably there's a child attached to it?
Be a bit macabre otherwise I'd say.
;D
Robert Bloch, the horror story writer, was quoted in the blurb on one of his books as saying (quoting from memory) "People think I'm some kind of monster, but I have the heart of a child: I keep it in a jar on my desk".
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50 bees this morning on our herb patch. Bliss.
That's how many Religionethics gets on a good morning.....
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SteveH,
Robert Bloch, the horror story writer, was quoted in the blurb on one of his books as saying (quoting from memory) "People think I'm some kind of monster, but I have the heart of a child: I keep it in a jar on my desk".
Did I mention that I have the heart of a lion?
I also have a lifetime ban from London Zoo...
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SteveH,
Did I mention that I have the heart of a lion?
And the breath of a rhino?
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The Troggs.
They move me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpy-s1jbSyw
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We were in the garden this afternoon taking tea by our pond when a chime of gold finches descended on us. One landing on the coffee table and looking meaningfully at my cherry bakewell. We held our breath for a good long time and admired one of the best looking birds to be found in an English garden. Beautiful.
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That's very nice. Yesterday, I spent 10 minutes watching a wood pigeon eating baked beans on the table in a cafe. It sounds weird, but it was fascinating, watching it shift between fear of us (we were at the same table), and greed I suppose. Greed won.
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Trent,
We were in the garden this afternoon taking tea by our pond when a chime of gold finches descended on us. One landing on the coffee table and looking meaningfully at my cherry bakewell. We held our breath for a good long time and admired one of the best looking birds to be found in an English garden. Beautiful.
Very impressed at your use of “charm” as the collective noun there. Shame they weren’t godwits mind - an omniscience of godwits would have been quite something!
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I don't like music so it didn't move me. I can't think of anything which does as I am not particularly sentimental.
You don't have to be sentimental to be moved by some things in art and life, but you do have to be emotionally healthy. Sentimentality in literature is represented by, for instance, Patience Strong and Barbara Cartland, in music by the Carpenters, and in visual art by Tetchy Cough's Green Lady. They are all facile and emotionally manipulative. Real art is represented by, for instance, Carol Ann Duffy and Elizabeth Gaskell in literature, Beethoven in music, and Michelangelo in visual art. They can be genuinely moving, not by manipulating the emotions, but often by what they don't say, as much as by what they do - less is more. Sentimentality is bad, emotional frigidity is also bad, emotional balance is good - and it is only the emotionally balanced who can be genuinely moved by great art.
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I am quite happy as I am, thanks! :D
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Won't have that about the Carpenters - listen to their recording of Leon Russell's 'This Masquerade'. Exquisite.
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And the breath of a rhino?
Oh Vlad... you are awful, but in a delectable funny way... :)
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What things really move you?
https://youtu.be/aHJRBpIZm1o
I found that very moving.
Every so often I come across something that brings a lump to my throat.
What moves you?
Depends which way you mean move...
Watching Children/people suffer needlessly brings all the other things which move me to count for nothing. When I see others in need it makes me want to do so much for others like bring the Government ministers to see what poverty they have created.
What moves me is that man has lost his humanity to be able to ignore the suffering by the evil notion they wanted and chose their circumstances.
What moves me is the blatant disregard for those suffering because our Government have brainwashed Britain into believing people live on the streets with their children because they are lazy and don't want to work.
Mans love has grown cold. This moves me... :'(
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An old black guy sitting on a rocking chair, playing a harmonica and a guitar whilst at the same time interspurseing with some singing, not very adept at singing or playing the instruments but somehow the overall sound of this type of the Blues certainly moves me; the thought of this kind of music moves me even when I'm thinking and writing about it here.
ippy
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Nice A fellow blues lover.
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I love The Carpenters and Beethoven. I don't worry about real art. People love to dress their subjectivity with faux raiments of claimed objectivity.
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I love The Carpenters and Beethoven. I don't worry about real art. People love to dress their subjectivity with faux raiments of claimed objectivity.
Good Choices
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I love The Carpenters and Beethoven. I don't worry about real art. People love to dress their subjectivity with faux raiments of claimed objectivity.
Couldn't agree more. My music teacher at school stunned the class I was in, who mostly thought he was a weirdo for liking classical music with a liking for the already mentioned Carpenters and Free. Music is either good or it isn't, and even then it is so much down to personal taste that I'm not sure you can ever totally "judge" a piece objectively. For example, I know Mahler was a great composer, I know the reasons why he was considered so, but he leaves me untouched and unmoved. Unlike my (already mentioned in the past) favourite Shostakovich, or indeed The Mamas and the Papas both of which transport me out of the mundane, humdrum aspects of my life into another place - if only for a short while before I have to come back and do the washing up.
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Couldn't agree more. My music teacher at school stunned the class I was in, who mostly thought he was a weirdo for liking classical music with a liking for the already mentioned Carpenters and Free. Music is either good or it isn't, and even then it is so much down to personal taste that I'm not sure you can ever totally "judge" a piece objectively. For example, I know Mahler was a great composer, I know the reasons why he was considered so, but he leaves me untouched and unmoved. Unlike my (already mentioned in the past) favourite Shostakovich, or indeed The Mamas and the Papas both of which transport me out of the mundane, humdrum aspects of my life into another place - if only for a short while before I have to come back and do the washing up.
That just shows how people react differently; I cannot imagine being unmoved by Mahler 2; for me I find it a rollercoaster of emotion without compare right from the opening chords to the conclusion, sometimes rivetting, sometimes sublime, always engaging, it inevitably reduces me to tears where few other things can.
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I love The Carpenters and Beethoven. I don't worry about real art. People love to dress their subjectivity with faux raiments of claimed objectivity.
N S, Ever heard that old cockney saying "Toffee nosed old git'" closely aligned to "Up your own"; just wondered if you knew of them, but then of course, you wouldn't have the slightest idea of what it is I'm talking about.
Beethoven's Third piano concerto is my most favourite piece of music ever, ever, ever, I like to hear the various artists playing this piece just to hear the differing ways they interpret it, John Lill is showing a lot of promise on this one, I 'm sure he'll master it in the end.
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N S, Ever heard that old cockney saying "Toffee nosed old git'" closely aligned to "Up your own"; just wondered if you knew of them, but then of course, you wouldn't have the slightest idea of what it is I'm talking about.
Beethoven's Third piano concerto is my most favourite piece of music ever, ever, ever, I like to hear the various artists playing this piece just to hear the differing ways they interpret it, John Lill is showing a lot of promise on this on I 'm sure he'll master it in the end.
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What a darling little chap you are! I do find your posts most awfully amusing. I was just telling Aloysius, my bear, what a simply super blighter, you are!
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What a darling little chap you are! I do find your posts most awfully amusing. I was just telling Aloysius, my bear, what a simply super blighter, you are!
Glad you liked my post bear it in mind.
All sorts of people are bright in numerous directions, not all of them necessarily in the acadmic direction but bright never the less.
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Glad you liked my post bear it in mind.
All sorts of people are bright in numerous directions, not all of them necessarily in the acadmic direction but bright never the less.
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Why do you think I might disagree with that?
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Beethoven's Third piano concerto is my most favourite piece of music ever, ever, ever, I like to hear the various artists playing this piece just to hear the differing ways they interpret it, John Lill is showing a lot of promise on this one, I 'm sure he'll master it in the end.
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John Lill is a wonderful pianist (I have several of his recordings). But it is ironic that you of all people, ippy, should single him out. Did you not know that he claims to have met the spirit of Beethoven - literally? This happened the night before he was to perform in the Tchaikovsky International Piano Competition in Moscow, at the beginning of Lill's career. He was preparing to go to bed, in a state of mild apprehension, because of what he had to deliver the following day, and into his hotel room walked Beethoven. "I knew it was Beethoven" said Lill. "He told me that I would perform superbly the next day, and that, what's more, I was going to win".
Lill did win; and his international career was launched.
Lill has further spoken further of his overt "spiritualist" beliefs. He states that his rehearsal methods are to practise intensely, giving every due attention to the technical niceties, but at the performance itself, he puts himself in a trance-like state, and "allows the spirits to guide him, giving him the help he knows will always be there".
Now, please don't take this as any endorsement on my part of such supernatural claims - I take all this sort of thing with a very large pinch of salt these days. But it is curious that such a militant atheist as yourself should cite such a committed believer in the supernatural as one of your musical stars :)
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John Lill is a wonderful pianist (I have several of his recordings). But it is ironic that you of all people, ippy, should single him out. Did you not know that he claims to have met the spirit of Beethoven - literally? This happened the night before he was to perform in the Tchaikovsky International Piano Competition in Moscow, at the beginning of Lill's career. He was preparing to go to bed, in a state of mild apprehension, because of what he had to deliver the following day, and into his hotel room walked Beethoven. "I knew it was Beethoven" said Lill. "He told me that I would perform superbly the next day, and that, what's more, I was going to win".
Lill did win; and his international career was launched.
Lill has further spoken further of his overt "spiritualist" beliefs. He states that his rehearsal methods are to practise intensely, giving every due attention to the technical niceties, but at the performance itself, he puts himself in a trance-like state, and "allows the spirits to guide him, giving him the help he knows will always be there".
Now, please don't take this as any endorsement on my part of such supernatural claims - I take all this sort of thing with a very large pinch of salt these days. But it is curious that such a militant atheist as yourself should cite such a committed believer in the supernatural as one of your musical stars :)
I've seen Lill up close and live in recital numerous times and I'd be happy to forgive him any amount of wacko beliefs for his wonderful muscular reading of late Beethoven sonatas; no doubt those beliefs contribute to and are part of a unique relationship between composer and interpreter.
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Had this topic come up a year or so ago, I'd be pretty clear about what moves me, but since my stroke I find myself welling up at some of the most unexpected things. Generally, they are either good new stories, of which we don't have many, or the tragic ones. Oddly enough, they no longer have to be as serious as they used to be - so obviously I find things like the breathtaking beauty of New Zealand in the current BBC series very moving, or the events of Nice, Turkey, Iraq, Syria, Germany. However, I am increasingly finding myself doing the same when seemingly minor (in the bigger picture) events - a suicide attempt at Cardiff Central Rail Station last week, local and national situations that cause pain of whatever sort, etc., ... hit the news, or even Facebook!
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I remember hearing John Lill playing Beethoven in the Albert Hall, Nottingham, the day he had been awarded the OBE. The Beethoven concerto which moves me is the Fourth - unlike the others it is intimate and questioning.
Things that move me? My beautiful grandchildren.
But back to music - Charles Trenet singing La Mer. The Beach Boys, too. The final moments of South Pacific.
In Paradisum from Faure's Requiem (I had this played at my wife's funeral)
The Angel's Farewell from Gerontius (Nothing, anywhere, comes as close as the music of Edward Elgar when it comes to describing what it's like to be me.) Yehudi Menuhin playing the Violin Concerto with Elgar conducting.
Other things that move me : the paintings of William Turner. The landscape of the Pays des Serres north of Agen. The Peace Park and Peace Museum in Hiroshima and the temples, shrines and other monuments on Miyajima.
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Hope,
Had this topic come up a year or so ago, I'd be pretty clear about what moves me, but since my stroke I find myself welling up at some of the most unexpected things. Generally, they are either good new stories, of which we don't have many, or the tragic ones. Oddly enough, they no longer have to be as serious as they used to be - so obviously I find things like the breathtaking beauty of New Zealand in the current BBC series very moving, or the events of Nice, Turkey, Iraq, Syria, Germany. However, I am increasingly finding myself doing the same when seemingly minor (in the bigger picture) events - a suicide attempt at Cardiff Central Rail Station last week, local and national situations that cause pain of whatever sort, etc., ... hit the news, or even Facebook!
Well, what clearly moves you - at least away from the threads you visit - is people taking the time to engage only for you to disappear for a bit and then to return later on with the same arguments.
Sorry to mention it and all that but, as you accused someone else of just that behaviour, it seems apt to give you a polite reminder here. I look forward to you being "moved" back to them!
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Well, what clearly moves you - at least away from the threads you visit - is people taking the time to engage only for you to disappear for a bit and then to return later on with the same arguments.
Sorry to mention it and all that but, as you accused someone else of just that behaviour, it seems apt to give you a polite reminder here. I look forward to you being "moved" back to them!
Sadly for you, bh, I have another life to live - one that includes work, volunteering and getting super ready for my wife and myself - hence the fact that I will disappear once I've posted this. As for the coming back with the same arguments; that is probably because whenever I pose them, no-one bothers to address them properly, often using the famous 'fallacy' argument to avoid having to deal with them. When a similar topic is started at a later date, I repost the arguments in the hope that someone might have the guts to address them - only for a different avoidance mechanism used.
Perhaps I'll just drft off into the ether and get on with real life.
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Hope,
Sadly for you, bh, I have another life to live - one that includes work, volunteering and getting super ready for my wife and myself - hence the fact that I will disappear once I've posted this. As for the coming back with the same arguments; that is probably because whenever I pose them, no-one bothers to address them properly, often using the famous 'fallacy' argument to avoid having to deal with them. When a similar topic is started at a later date, I repost the arguments in the hope that someone might have the guts to address them - only for a different avoidance mechanism used.
Perhaps I'll just drft off into the ether and get on with real life.
1. If you have no interest in responding to those who do bother to reply to you, why are you here - just to proselytise? This is supposed to be a discussion board - not a "I'll post whatever comes into my head and ignore what anyones says in reply" board.
2. Why then, when reminded of your failure to respond to a rebuttal (or six), would you ask where the rebuttals are, have someone find them for you, and still fail to respond after that?
3. The "famous fallacy argument" isn't used to avoid having to avoid dealing with your "arguments". It's to explain that those arguments are null a priori when for their premises you rely of fallacious reasoning. That's your problem here: you make a logically bad argument, then complain when people don't engage with the conclusion it provides. Why then would I not say the same thing about my miracle cure for Granny's chilblains even though it too relies on the bad reasoning of thinking not walking on the cracks in the pavement for a week did the trick? Why are you not dealing with my chilblains cure argument?
4. If you really want to continue to behave this way, would you at least have the decency of not accusing others of doing it too? Ta.
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As for the coming back with the same arguments; that is probably because whenever I pose them, no-one bothers to address them properly, often using the famous 'fallacy' argument to avoid having to deal with them. When a similar topic is started at a later date, I repost the arguments in the hope that someone might have the guts to address them - only for a different avoidance mechanism used.
Perhaps I'll just drft off into the ether and get on with real life.
Or perhaps you could try arguments that aren't fallacious in one way or another: it would be a nice change.
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Gordon
Bennett
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4. If you really want to continue to behave this way, would you at least have the decency of not accusing others of doing it too? Ta.
No chance. He'd rather lie.
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Gordon
Bennett
You do seem to stick up for obviously dishonest posters. Why?
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You do seem to stick up for obviously dishonest posters. Why?
Not entirely sure you can base that statement on the post
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Had this topic come up a year or so ago, I'd be pretty clear about what moves me, but since my stroke I find myself welling up at some of the most unexpected things. Generally, they are either good new stories, of which we don't have many, or the tragic ones. Oddly enough, they no longer have to be as serious as they used to be - so obviously I find things like the breathtaking beauty of New Zealand in the current BBC series very moving, or the events of Nice, Turkey, Iraq, Syria, Germany. However, I am increasingly finding myself doing the same when seemingly minor (in the bigger picture) events - a suicide attempt at Cardiff Central Rail Station last week, local and national situations that cause pain of whatever sort, etc., ... hit the news, or even Facebook!
((((Hope))))
How are you doing? Are you getting back the use of everything?
Our friend who had a stroke is struggling too. He lost his dad a couple of weeks ago and had to sit in a wheelchair through the service and then got drunk fell down stairs and broke two bones in his neck. Back to hospital and having difficulty emotionally coping he is only 47 the same age his mother died from a stroke. His dad passed away the same day as his mum died.
Please don't be afraid to reach out and ask for help emotionally and don't lose faith in restoration from your stroke. I will pray for help with everything, if that is okay as we pray for our friend. I am sorry I had not remembered and will keep you in prayers.
L xxx
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How are you doing? Are you getting back the use of everything?
I'm not too bad really, just have a lingering weakness I my right leg that the doctors are unsure about - not so much the fact of the weakness, but the siting of the symptoms and their intermittent-ness. I suspect that there may be some psychosomatic elemet involved, because folk who watch me walk have noted that when I walk with others and am chatting with them, the slight limp that I have becomes even slighter!!
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I'm not too bad really, just have a lingering weakness I my right leg that the doctors are unsure about - not so much the fact of the weakness, but the siting of the symptoms and their intermittent-ness. I suspect that there may be some psychosomatic elemet involved, because folk who watch me walk have noted that when I walk with others and am chatting with them, the slight limp that I have becomes even slighter!!
Are you frightened or worried about not getting the use back?
Is there something worrying you like if they stop keeping an eye on you that you might have another stroke and not be able to do anything in time?
kEEP up the walking and chatting and you will soon be skipping. :)
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Sassy,
kEEP up the walking and chatting and you will soon be skipping.
You're probably right about that. After all, his ducking and diving seems to be working fine already.
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Well, the thread is about things that move you......
I am going to skip outside to put out the bins for tomorrow's collection.
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Sassy,
You're probably right about that. After all, his ducking and diving seems to be working fine already.
Have you no respect for others. Cheap shots like that are not acceptable. :(
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Sassy,
Have you no respect for others. Cheap shots like that are not acceptable. :(
To whom?
Ordinarily I would agree with you, but Hope's consistently patronising tone ("I would remind you that") and dishonesty ("I addressed that earlier on only I can't quite remember where just now") on the back of his inability to construct even a simple logically coherent argument while accusing others of his own behaviour of dodging every rebuttal that comes his way makes this an exception in my book. Normal civility will of course be resumed henceforth.
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Sassy,
To whom?
Ordinarily I would agree with you, but Hope's consistently patronising tone ("I would remind you that") and dishonesty ("I addressed that earlier on only I can't quite remember where just now") on the back of his inability to construct even a simple logically coherent argument while accusing others of his own behaviour of dodging every rebuttal that comes his way makes this an exception in my book. Normal civility will of course be resumed henceforth.
Hope, has been ill. When dealing with a stroke it is natural for frustration and anger to pour out. Maybe you should read up on a stroke and give him some room.
Failing that you can try a laxative or a stick of dynamite up the Jacksy, that may move you... ;D
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Sassy,
Hope, has been ill. When dealing with a stroke it is natural for frustration and anger to pour out. Maybe you should read up on a stroke and give him some room.
Failing that you can try a laxative or a stick of dynamite up the Jacksy, that may move you... ;D
Hope's poor behaviour here long pre-dates his illness.
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I caught a bit of a TV programme a couple of weeks or so ago that featured Ranulph Fiennes, the explorer.
The way he talked about his late first wife, Ginny, was unbelievably moving. Not being able to have children they were everything to each other, and their relationship must have been something quite beautiful to experience. He lovingly cared for her during her terminal illness and when she died his grief was palpable. He'd lost his lifelong companion, his best friend and was inconsolably lonely.
To say I was moved by the story would be an understatement.
I felt happier when I knew he had remarried and had a much loved child. That moved me too as it seemed so absolutely right. Not everyone is so fortunate as to find love again - and have a child - I'm glad he did.
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Not entirely sure you can base that statement on the post
I didn't.
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I didn't.
Except, by the nature of things, that's all you have offered, and I just don't see it.
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Except, by the nature of things, that's all you have offered, and I just don't see it.
It was because of an admonishment she gave me months ago. I backed off from labouring the point at the time and then a certain someone stated the same thing recently, and she let it go.
I was probably a bit grumpy, unlike my usual cheerful self. So, I offer my genuine apologies for being a grumpy B&*^&%d.