Re: Conversation between Curtis & Robin --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "authfriend" <jstein@...> wrote: > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "curtisdeltablues" <curtisdeltablues@> wrote: > <snip> > > I believe that it is a rare bird who would enjoy wading > > through this personal conversation with Robin. > > I guess I'm one of those birds, because I've been > loving it. For me it's like watching one of the old > movie serials. When I finish reading one of the > posts, I'm thinking, Wow, how is Curtis/Robin going > to deal with *this*? I'm practically on the edge of > my seat waiting to find out. > > And then when the response gets posted, I'm cheering > how it dealt with the previous post and wondering how > the other guy is possibly going to produce a good > comeback. The two of them keep out-thinking each other, > as well as illuminating their own POVs. It's really > a superbly executed and fascinating dialectic, the > best we've seen here in a long while, because both > of them have the intestinal fortitude to actually > *engage* with each other. >
I've been quietly lurking, reading most of Curtis and Robin's posts. It's a lot to wade through but it's worth the effort. Their conversation invites me to get in synch with their thought processes and experience the unfolding of their deeply felt, yet, uniquely intellectual approaches to reality. The brain power between them could light up a city. The only sport my Dad enjoyed watching on TV was boxing, so very early on I learned to cheer evenly matched opponents. Busker Boy Curtis in Boxer-Blue shorts vrs. Fancy Pants Robin in Cardinal Red pantaloons are evenly matched heavy weights. Jabs, hooks, one-two punches, he's up, he's down and so far it's a draw! Thanks for tickets to ring-side, guys. Ding! Dear raunchydog, I have to read my bad reviews from The Netherlands (and, apparently from elsewhere too, since that scathing critic insists that quietly others in the audience are also boredor find the performance of one of the actors sexually ambiguous). I have to admit, then, to receive an ovation like this one is encouraging, and more than just a consolation. I suppose Socrates did not philosophize for the applause, but I am no Socrates, but a human being who, after receiving the harshest of judgments, feels soothed and happyand almost vindicatedby all that you say here. Not only this:I can't resist making this point: my critics must forgive mebut I find the manner of your expressing your appreciation for the Robin-Curtis dialogues (contentious as they are) more entertaining and refreshing than how my primary critic has managed to persuade me of his disgust and revulsion [Curtis says his friend would rather sit on a hot Hibachi than read one of those Curtis-Robin conversations.]. AndI need to score a point herethe fact that you can be inspired to create an original and piquant post like this suggests there might be more reason to have a favourable view of those dialogues than to have an unfavourable one. Which is whyto follow this principle to its endChartres Cathedral looks more impressive than the Ryugyong Hotel in North Korea. The Virgin Mary inspires a somewhat different quality of architecture than does Karl Marx. (And you see I am punching away at Curtis even here: since notwithstanding the inspirational absence of the Mother of Godsince Monte CassinoI am yet standing in the tradition of Chartresas the singular theist; while Curtis shares the sentiments of the builders in Pyongyang, who, we must presume, worship the good Herr Marx. Not that the architecture of his prose is in any way inferior to my own: I think it probably the reverse.) Your description of the two boxers is not just witty but even insightful. Busker Curtis in Boxer-Blue shorts vrs Fancy Pants Robin in Cardinal Red pantaloons. Great fun reading this, raunchydog. And I thank you.
