Comments on: Sublime

By: Ashley

Ashley — Mon, 14 Feb 2005 14:55:39 +0000

Sublime is like a state of feeling at peace, when everything just falls together in almost a scerene kind of way. It’s a feeling you get when you feel on top of the world because of something you did or it can simply be a song or poem that truly has meaning in a way that makes you ponder about it for the rest of the day. It can be a scene in nature that gives you an emence feeling of scerenity, it can be the whole environment that surrounds you when you feel this aura of greatness. That is what sublime means to me.

By: mig

mig — Thu, 25 Sep 2003 14:27:51 +0000

Seriously, go look here for a good description: http://fundelupa.blog-city.com/read/238428.htm

By: Mig

Mig — Thu, 25 Sep 2003 10:45:21 +0000

I was talking to my wife about “sublime” in bed last night and told her my position, and she said it sounded as if I’d been sniffing glue. Which is why I asked the question here in the first place, rather than write a long post. In short, cutting out many of the dozier bits, I think sublime has to be found not made; and I think the world is sublime in general, and it’s mostly a matter of opening one’s eyes to it. Like, the longer you stare at a person, the more you can see their beauty (that, or really creep them out, depends on the situation of course).

But yeah, there are certain things, aren’t there. The smell of a first summer rain on a hot road. Lying down in a mossy clearing in a forest with not too many insects. A nice set of knockers. Genuine forgiveness.

[SNIFFFFFFFF]

By: a moveable beast

a moveable beast — Thu, 25 Sep 2003 08:31:15 +0000

LATER THAT SAME DAY, SHE STILL ACTS DUMB(LY)

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By: a moveable beast

a moveable beast — Thu, 25 Sep 2003 00:27:43 +0000

SUBLIME

Mig asks the question, What do you find sublime? Oh, talk about impossible to answer, in 25 million words

By: Katrin

Katrin — Wed, 24 Sep 2003 23:14:50 +0000

Sublime is sunlight on my face, the smile on the face of my colleague as I ask her whether we can say “du” instead of “Sie”, and the smell of the air after it has rained.

By: peggy

peggy — Wed, 24 Sep 2003 21:25:19 +0000

Sublime is dawn, a trusty horse, and a trail that stretches out and over the ridge for unknown miles.

By: D

Wed, 24 Sep 2003 19:50:23 +0000

Sublime is lying back in crisp green grass with an engrossing book, a cool glass of something refreshing and the sounds of summer in your ears.

By: anne

anne — Wed, 24 Sep 2003 12:12:20 +0000

sublime is hiking Swiss mountains till your legs fall off and you wonder if they’ll ever be able to drag you back home again, but then finally reaching the top and feeling this gigantic rush of energy all through you when you look around and see you’re at the same height with the monstrous ancient mountaintops around you, with bits of snow left from the winter season. Mighty feeling! My birthday is in February, someone get me a secluded hut in the Swiss alps?

By: Eeksy-Peeksy

Eeksy-Peeksy — Wed, 24 Sep 2003 11:44:14 +0000

I don’t know. Maybe I’m jaded. Sublime? Maybe it’s too early in the morning and I’m too groggy to think. Hmm… Sublime. The woods, cool and mossy and only birds talking. A really good poem, one that isn’t afraid to sound good and mean something, but doesn’t kick you in the head and doesn’t quite mean anything or maybe means two or three conflicting or complementary things. Certain uncertain music, certain harmonies. A good cup of tea and jammy toast and a book and the sun in the morning. Crying or laughing, when you go crazy for just a minute. Birds. Mushrooms. Spider webs. A back rub that doesn’t stop until I fall asleep.