tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post1562226602796568561..comments2008-06-30T16:17:03.439-05:00S.E. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381414005902874392noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-53604195612906844422008-06-30T16:17:00.000-05:002008-06-30T16:17:00.000-05:00Thats why we do our best writing at night.ALShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921174141625429195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-54425972258129155882008-06-24T15:39:00.000-05:002008-06-24T15:39:00.000-05:00You need to read Maurice Blanchot--this whole discussion of night, darkness, the gaze, etc is fleshed out in his work.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02924031206519469554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-2234339831790608742008-06-10T03:15:00.000-05:002008-06-10T03:15:00.000-05:00As I sit here at 3 am, all I can is "poetic'. There's more of course, but I prefer the silence of my night to reflect on it...Anyanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-30574503881928139362008-06-06T11:29:00.000-05:002008-06-06T11:29:00.000-05:00Kyle, I love your blog! I'm so happy to see you. Thanks for the comments. Yes, night time can be a weird time. I completely relate to your reply.<BR/><BR/>EnthyAlias, your reply is deeper and more profound than my post! I think you are right about the night's intensity being linked to staring into the abyss and mortality. I'm awake very late, too. I'm looking forward to reading your blog...;)SEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381414005902874392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-21451020193586882432008-06-06T00:58:00.000-05:002008-06-06T00:58:00.000-05:00All so true. After all, night is what led me to read your blog (finally) - at least this fresh new post, coincidentally written tonight as well. Restless minds wander alike? And at the same late hour, perhaps?<BR/><BR/>I'd agree that night's intensity - that enforced solitude as the world's dust settles around us - can be incredibly invigorating, likely because of the implicit mortality to the presence of darkness. All the typical abyss-gazing, void-tempting metaphors, I suppose. But more than that. I find post-sunset into the wee hours to be my most productive. Impractical, yes, but my mind hums best when cocooned by night.<BR/><BR/>But perhaps that is how my personality relates to it. I read in an issue of the <I>Altantic</I> last fall that sleep patterns often correspond with personalities. Those of us who are night owls tend to be those with more creative, intuitive, unconventional modes of being in the world. The morning people are the practical go-getters.<BR/><BR/>I prefer the night and its impractical intensities much more ...EnthyAliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248690283385304115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-54440517167868375382008-06-05T21:36:00.000-05:002008-06-05T21:36:00.000-05:00I can totally relate to this as I have been thinking deeply into the night lately. It can drive me nuts if I am not careful. Also. I love the irony at the end. :)Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625780526883985662noreply@blogger.com