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Love is like the bunyip, yeowie, saskwatch, cessnock monster, lochness monster, and the yetti. It is talked about a lot, some people are convinced it exists, some people claim to know what it is like, how it feels, indeed what it is. For example the cessnock monster is thought to be a 12 foot lizard from the pleistocene era.

Like love these creatures also serve a purpose. They make us feel that maybe uncertainty and mystery remains, maybe there is something bigger out there that we are part of, and as with mythological animals there appears to be no certainties about love, just an endless fascination.

Unlike love though these creatures don’t leave us dependent on another person for that feeling of transcendence, so they dont make us so vulnerable to being let down. And most sadly, and most importantly, they don’t physically exist so they don’t stimulate our hormones, they dont create that mysterious cocktail of chemicals that makes us feel different and do and say different things in some people’s presence, such as spend more time on our, appearance.

These are some of the conclusions that your, admittedly somewhat love wary, reviewer speculated upon following the latest bookgroup.

The bookgroup gathered to read out loud about love. it was billed as a slow luxurious soirée during which everyone reads something out loud to the rest of the group that includes the word and/or the concept of love, broadly defined. approx 10 minutes per reading.

bookgroupers read from
C. S. Forester (1937) The Happy Return, the first book in the Hornblower series. this post implied loved could be by men for their boat, their captain and war
WH Auden collected poems – If I could tell you and Tell Me the Truth About Love

Drussilla Modjeska – the introduction to Poppy
The BeatlesHer Majesty and The Love you make is equal to the love you take

Roger McGoughLove Cycle and Lonely Hearts

Helen Garnerthe spare room, about love for a friend and its complexities
Rumi – from the collection bridge to the soul – 2 poems, split the sack, which seemed to imply love maybe whatever we say it is, and faint lament of form, which seemed to suggest love is incomprehensible
Pablo Nerudafable of the mermaid and the drunks, which demonstrates that we dont need to be loved. ode to a beautiful nude, which raises the issue of beauty and how it is different from love, tonight i can write, which shows that love passes and love makes you sadlove
Michael Leunigbllly the rabbit, the love of a child for her pet, and the bottle, which demonstrates what a load of freudian nonsense we often get told about love
Wikipedia has a great page on love that is worth quoting

Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection[1] and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure (“I loved that meal”) to intense interpersonal attraction (“I love my boyfriend”). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.

it has a great list of various types of love and interestingly to me as a thoroughgoing materialist it has a link to the science of love. however, it may not help you find any appropriate readings, whereas the love quotes encyclopedia may. a few examples follow

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell

If love is the answer,
Could you rephrase the question?

True love is the greatest thing in the world…
except for a nice mutton,lettuce,and tomato sandwich when the muton is cut nice and thin…mmm..

I thought love might be a tough topic for bookgroupers but we had a great discussion although the poems and stories we chose did nothing but confirm our confusion.

Trish couldn’t make it but in an email making her apologies she presciently captured our concerns….

I admit, I am struggling a bit too, I always get
strange looks when I have said in the past, I love this car, I love my
skis, I really love this backpack etc, within a family context I have no
problem with the word love, in the friends, it is harder, yes I love my
friends but the “weight” of the word can sometimes make me uncomfy or
slightly wary…strange.

In saying all this, I would LOVE to be there on sunday but may have to
be at my sister’s whom I love dearly as we leave very early the next
morning from Nowra to go on a holiday which I know I will LOVE. Hope you LOVED your week away..speak soon, LOVE Trish


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