The Ark
Hopeless Romantics
This is not about couples relationships..but about the beauty and serenity of many things in this life. This is the place to share anecdotes, stories, ideas, parody, goof on each other, and put to rest the poopooing of the idea of romance.
Hopeless Romantics Is Not Dead, Nor is Romance
I have not abandoned this group. I invite you to share here from anywhere along that sacred spectrum of love and hate. We all know, like Donnie Darko, there IS really NO black and white, there is only Grey. I tried to say something like that through Chig's character in 925. Good/evil, Love/Hate, are on the the same plane of intensely deep emotions, which people struggle to define and which inspire the greatest works of art.
We started this group discussing whether romance is real, whether we create it, how we each may define it, and places we find what WE call romance.
I offer you BOTH sides of the coin in the form of a little Tunage. In the spirit of the upcoming "manmade season of love", the object of doom,that lovely pressure-ridden holiday, despite which end of the spectrum you live on. Dead roses, live ones, candy, diamonds, kicks or kisses, it's coming whether we LIKE IT or not. I'll get to singing it out when the body catches up with the mind again.
I'll tell a romance story if YOU do. Not promising everyone survives. I'm from New York, it's a thing.
Jim
Now that's what I call a good shot in the arm for this discussion group! I'm attaching the most romantic picture I could find during a quick Google search. Let's get this puppy rolling! ("And they called it...puppy love...")
Jan 28, 2012
Jim
Sara, you asked for romantic stories, and not necessarily couple-oriented ones, so here's one that popped into my mind:
When I was 20, I was traveling (very inexpensively) through the Pyrenees Mountains of Spain. I was accompanied by a male friend from my childhood, along with two females my friend had recently met in England who were cousins of each other (I had a crush on one of them). For a few days, we slept in the ruins of an abandoned stone house that was painted turquoise (very characteristic of the area). One day I wandered off into the woods by myself, and to my surprise, found a river (the Rio Ara) with a huge waterfall. There was a large rock rising just above the surface of the river and just downstream from the waterfall, so I HAD to get myself on that rock somehow. I took off all my clothes and swam over to the rock. I stood up and gazed deeply into the roaring waterfall as the summer sun bathed me in warmth and dried the droplets on my skin. I won't get into the "steamy" details, but let's just say that before I got off that rock, some other rocks got off. I guess this is what you would call a solo romantic experience, complete with the drama of a natural wonder. :)
Jan 28, 2012
elaurenzo
I drew this for a "voice dialogue" session with Hal Stone 30 years ago.
Jan 31, 2012