Goodenough Gismo

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    This is the classic children's book, Goodenough Gismo, by Richmond I. Kelsey, published in 1948. Nearly unavailable in libraries and the collector's market, it is posted here with love as an "orphan work" so that it may be seen and appreciated -- and perhaps even republished, as it deserves to be. After you read this book, it won't surprise you to learn that Richmond Irwin Kelsey (1905-1987) was an accomplished artist, or that as Dick Kelsey, he was one of the great Disney art directors, breaking your heart with "Pinocchio," "Dumbo," and "Bambi."

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Such a muddle and so many contradictions of so many different people to work through.

But one issue of "intimacy" is people seeking it only in one type of relationship. I'm married, committed middle age male yet I gave up email friendships with women because despite the frequent reminder of this context there was a tendency for conversations that revealed and explored deeper being to lead towards ... the big RELATIONSHIP.

Very hard to have relationship with a small r. Yet to me friendships were little ventures into knowing, daring step by step, they mattered and crossed into the frightening places.

Now maybe my email contacts have been with the wrong women. But it seems we as society are reserving lots of feeling, just storing it up and then putting it into a niche where it is almost guaranteed to explode because the sexual tensions are added. Or to be pushed away because it is so intense.

And despite talk of feeling thee is so much less tolerance. I don't find many books like Dosteovsky's "The Idiot" or Hansens "Pan," sometimes hurts to read then though Fydor also makes you roll with laughter.

It's as though we think we experience more, but are always "cool" which is a stage I understand, but originally it was a dance in the sharp edge, an understatement with the intensity pulling beneath, but it's lost that jazz style and become pompous and patronizing, from the beats on.

Yet the people who do it are this double think of claiming to be "real." But we're all bozos on this bus. Bozos, doing ridicuolous and shameful things.

And I've faced death enough to know that you can't be afraid of any of it. You have to reach the point where you *can* admit it. Not blab it about to everyone, but if it comes out or if it is necessary state it as fact.

Which is another block in "intimacy," people don't know what it involves, they have a peception, but gently and plesantly or burning like fire or struggled through like mud it is developing the "soul."

It's pretty basic stuff, most humans will do it if hey are encouraged a bit, but then comes the terror.

And the fact that we are dreaming for this and believe we must have it, but for the most part don't have the slightest idea of it's potential (more powrful than LSD) or dangers, then project it into imaginery slots such as 'say I do' like get the degrees, fil out the forms, learn the rules, you're a success; it's pretty clear that things like marriage wouldn't hold it will.

And yes a large number of men turn away from it, women as a group are perhaps more atuned or socialized to know it's value, bt thee's often different styles, levels of revelation and trust beteen men of grat intensity, often unspoken, though much of this seems to be getting lost.

Like I say a confusing mess. Best to leave any comment unfinished. hanging...

... except why would "society" care which seems to be the lament of the well written and in many ways true excerpt you linked to, there is no "society" in a sense of some overriding judger or values, we have this conception of a god or child's vision of parent type being, but there are just varying and differing flows of thought that can press the I/O ports (media, converstion etc.) and all of them are "special interests" with aversions to the truth.

There is nothing that will make it sensible. And only individuals to make it briefly real.


Whew. Thank you. That's a beautiful and haunting musing. It sort of confirms my hunch that women can be more glib and facile with all this emotional stuff (because we're the experts, it's "our" stuff and we're socialized to swim in it) while men, who are not the experts, are often more raw and moving.

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