Time to talk

I love having friends over, I really do.  And I love talking life.  I appreciate that the theme of my generation (amongst my friends at least) is getting to know each other and bearing each other’s burdens.  But sometimes, maybe because I’m accustomed to something more, I really wish I could just sit down with someone and discuss the background of Shakespeare’s works.  Or the underlying theme of a work we’ve read.  Or discuss how the flow of history has affected events both past and present.  Some people who want to talk about the Bible as a book not just as the Almighty’s love letter, but it’s flow and it’s themes and the intellectual side.  I’m not saying my friends aren’t smart, they’re brilliant, many much smarter than I am.  But the emphasis on sitting and talking about things in a deep manner is gone.  We have our movies and shows and we talk about them rather than talking about books and nature.  The days of enlightenment salons and romantic parlors are gone.  And while I love watching a good show with my friends, I wish I could just ask them over for poetry reading instead, but I doubt anyone would come.  We don’t have the time to talk, or to think hardly.  So when we do find downtime we want to turn off our brains and watch some fascinating show that is visual not intellectual, and while they make us think perhaps.  How often do we discuss the deeper meaning afterwords? Or do we just gush about the quality of the film (or, my guilty point, the eye-candy).

I don’t know what it takes, or if it will ever happen again, but a movement of rediscovering quality talk, not just about ourselves, but about things bigger than us, and how we think and feel about them, would be so refreshing.  Could we do it?  Would people come to read books together and discuss lofty thoughts I wonder?  Or is this all the delusional dreaming of a hopeless romantic who’d like nothing more than to live in a forest dancing and writing novels and reading poetry while surviving like Keat’s gypsy Meg.