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NF-Lee's Gildor and Frodo

Sammath Naur Pt. 9: ‘Don’t You Let Go’, plus jan-u-wine’s “In the Garden of the Mind”.

Posted on 2007.10.14 at 19:23


julchen11 at 2008-01-06 00:28 (UTC) (Link)
Painful! Breathtaking! I could stay here for ages …
Look at those faces … wonderful Sam (Sean Astin is great in this scene), his broken voice always makes me shiver. The images of the hands … hands can tell so very much, can’t they.
I never saw them that close … both hands are very strong.
When Sam finally could get Frodo’s hand I have to catch my breath … everytime I’m watching this scene.
And Frodo – beautiful Frodo *sigh* So many expression on this small face,he looks hurt, desperate and yet, hopeful. Sam won't leave him.

Jan’s poem is indeed a garden of the mind. Very sensitive, very moving …
All of her poems are favourites, aren’t they?


on the very edge,
when it meant
than death,

my eyes
into the simple
of yours
and saw
the sweet green
of Home
sleeping there.

My gardener.“

This goes soooo very deep. It’s very hard to find the right words …

Did I tell you HOW incredibly brilliant you both are?
You are! Amen!
mechtild at 2008-01-06 00:43 (UTC) (Link)
All of her poems are favourites, aren’t they?

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isn't it terrible--but wonderful? I am always saying, "this is my favourite!" Then I say it for the next one. A few posts back I said, helplessly, something like, "Well, their each my favourites in each of their particular settings and in what they have to show and say".
julchen11 at 2008-01-06 00:46 (UTC) (Link)
" I am always saying, "this is my favourite!" Then I say it for the next one"

Oh yes, I know this too well! There's always exactly this one which is NOT to top! Until there's the next one! Jan will always be my favourite poeT.
She must be an elf, she can't be human!
mechtild at 2008-01-06 00:49 (UTC) (Link)
She must be an elf, she can't be human!

Ha ha ha! She'll love that!
(Anonymous) at 2008-01-06 03:51 (UTC) (Link)
*looks down the length of tubby five foot one body and assures you: I Am NO Elf!*

You know, ladies, I am very much blessed in that I have a terrible memory. Once I've written these, I often forget all about them. So, often, I am able to share in your feelings of "this is my favorite" or "NO, *THIS* one is!" (and I have to say: they are ALL my favorites....but....some are just a little more favorite than others, lol)

It's very nice indeed to be able to experience one's own work almost in the same manner as a "virgin" reader does. And it feels very strange, then, to know that it is ME you are praising. And very nice, too. Very nice, indeed. I suppose we really shouldn't be praising *me* at all, but the man from whence all the words came to begin with. And (when we're done with that set of praises) his most wonderful creation, too.

Between those two sets of praise-songs, I imagine we might use up all the superlatives in the dictionary.

Mechtild and I have been having a discussion about light "sources" vs. light "reflectors". I must say that I am humbled and happy to be even the least of that secondary group For even being a reflector of the light of Frodo (which is, in turn, a reflection) is a very pure and beautiful thing to me.

(this is like playing "six degrees of Middle Earth (light) separation)

thank you again

julchen11 at 2008-01-06 13:31 (UTC) (Link)
"It's very nice indeed to be able to experience one's own work almost in the same manner as a "virgin" reader does"

I - as a greatful reader - take this as the biggest compliment!

Light sources vs. light reflectors - that's so beautifully said. I fully agree to this!

Speaking of light - I've found this little something this morning in one of my sketchbooks

So this is for you both

Beauty is a thing not held with hands;
A plant in the heart of man,
The garden of children’s laughter,
A quiet pool in the eyes of woman.
The calling that leads man far,
A whispering on the wind,
A flute under the white star,
The high urge of man’s desire,
The white flame in the red fire.
As Others Are
If we must be as others are,
Let us take the beauty of others’ lives
As the star of the hour.
Let us make a little nose-gay
Of the buds of their joys,
With the fragrance of their sorrows
And the understanding of their hearts.

Enjoy this gorgeous day!

And now there's lots for me to be written down - feather quill, ink and books are waiting.
That's the "work" I love most on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

See you soon, my friends.

Love and hugs,
(Anonymous) at 2008-01-06 15:33 (UTC) (Link)
Dear Julchen: that is a beautiful thing, indeed. It's like very delicate needle-work, where the thread has *just* been caught by the needle, forming fragile patterns.....and yet they have those layers of emotion that we were talking about yesterday (emotions "between" the lines)

thank you so much for sharing it, and have a good writing day (or are you drawing?)! (do you really use ink and quill? I'm impressed. My impatient self gave up at the first major puddle. But....the experience got recycled into a poem, so the lost ink was not so lost after all).

with love,

julchen11 at 2008-01-06 21:19 (UTC) (Link)
Dear Jan: I'm glad you like it ... it makes me smile.

And yes, I'm writing with a real quill and self-made lavender ink. It took quite a time to write with this quill but now it simply flows and I love to do it.
I've even found the fonds for Bilbo's handwriting few weeks ago and like to write just a little bit like good old Bilbo.
I didn't draw for a very long time but I started with it again last year but only with indian ink and sometimes with charcoal. Nothing special, most of the times I'm drawing hands

Lots of love,

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