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For lack of a better simile, Walt, I’ll say we will recede like a tide, back
to our desert aerie, having swamped the family sand castles on the
great beach California. It was always our dream to be near family,
forgetting that you see too much if you are too near. Our tongues are
shredded from the biting, so we retreat to a place of fonder hearts. I
am here alone with the river, bringing boxes and preparing for the
move next week
It was a fantasy, a lovely silliness that we could be in business with
relatives, that we could fund their youthful schemes and abide their
immature considerations and determination to follow paths of
innocent folly. Lovely children, ours, no more naively young than we
were, but we’d best be elsewhere as they trudge through the sadder
but wiser portion. We’d sooner hear it related in edited tales than see
it day to day.
Our trips to visit will be wonderful. We will be the out-of-town
grandparents that our progeny will have called out to, like invisible
gods, when they are being disciplined. We’ll bring presents, and
they’ll never see past the graying, all accepting archetypes we have
become, as it should be. Then we will return home to follow our
dreams on a sunset trail, just a couple of museum pieces doing as all
have done before us.
With sunrise still an hour away, the jeweled lights are still scattered
across the valley floor. Things seem so clear before the day takes
hold of it all. There is much to do to make ready for the big return.
In Reply to: soliloquy posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 07:35:19:
Nice Jim.
I always loved that word "soliloquy", an effective and dramatic monologue revealing a character's inner thoughts.
Now is the Winter of our Discontent,
Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke:
And all the clouds that lowr'd vpon our house
In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried.
Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes,
Our bruised armes hung vp for Monuments;
Our sterne Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings;
Our dreadfull Marches, to delightfull Measures,
Grim-visag'd Warre, hath smooth'd his wrinkled Front:
And now, in stead of mounting Barbed Steeds,
To fright the Soules of fearfull Aduersaries,
He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber,
To the lasciuious pleasing of a Lute.
But I, that am not shap'd for sportiue trickes,
Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glasse:
I, that am Rudely stampt, and want loues Maiesty,
To strut before a wonton ambling Nymph:
I, that am curtail'd of this faire Proportion,
Cheated of Feature by dissembling Nature,
Deform'd, vn-finish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing World, scarse halfe made vp,
And that so lamely and vnfashionable,
That dogges barke at me, as I halt by them.
Why I (in this weake piping time of Peace)
Haue no delight to passe away the time,
Vnlesse to see my Shadow in the Sunne,
And descant on mine owne Deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot proue a Louer,
To entertaine these faire well spoken dayes,
I am determined to proue a Villaine,
And hate the the idle pleasures of these dayes.
Plots haue I laide, Inductions dangerous,
By drunken Prophesies, Libels, and Dreames,
To set my Brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate, the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just,
As I am Subtle, False, and Treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd vp:
About a Prophesie, which sayes that G,
Of Edwards heyres the murtherer shall be,
Diue thoughts downe to my soulle; here Clarence comes.
Opening soliloquy in Richard III (Shakespeare)
In Reply to: soliloquy posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 07:35:19:
How sad, Jim. Oh, well, chalk it up as one more disappointment but one more chance to revise your future. The truth awaits.
In Reply to: soliloquy posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 07:35:19:
Hi Jim,
A lovely silliness. I think it is great that you tried.
Best wishes,
Jan
In Reply to: Re: soliloquy posted by Sally [6687.1590] on October 19, 2007 at 08:33:49:
Not sad at all, Sally, but thanks. It was as Jan says, "a lovely silliness".
In Reply to: Re: soliloquy posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 09:10:49:
Good to know, Jim. Enjoy the revised version anyway!
In Reply to: Re: soliloquy posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 09:10:49:
Is it plagiarism if I sign all my future notes to the kids with "Love, the Museum Piece"? That was hysterical.
In Reply to: soliloquy posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 07:35:19:
Hey Jim,
What's that saying, " After 3 days, family and fish begin to smell." I have lived away from family ( mine and hers ) fof 25 years and have loved every minute apart. Now grandkids are different. They live 5 minutes away, but even then we all need space.
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: soliloquy posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 07:35:19:
Scribe, as Jan said, you tried. The great thing is that you won't have to wonder why you didn't. Another great thing, is that you didn't waste a lot of time when you saw it wasn't working. And finally, the last great thing is that you have an even greater respect and appreciation for your home in the desert. Home is where the heart is. Fall in the desert must be beautiful. :-)
In Reply to: Re: soliloquy posted by ukchris [1400.4275] on October 19, 2007 at 07:59:15:
I wanted to email this to you, Chris, but somehow your address got
flushed into the ether. It hit home with me.
So You Want To Be A Writer
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.
don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
by Charles Bukowski
In Reply to: Re: soliloquy posted by Steve [5592.3308] on October 19, 2007 at 10:37:46:
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In Reply to: So, you want to be a writer... posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 19:47:25:
That resonated with me so much. Thanks Jim, I will bide my time until I'm ready. Until then I'll read.
In Reply to: Re: soliloquy posted by k. (spider) [7204.4325] on October 19, 2007 at 13:30:29:
Thank you, 2065. Yes, pristine.
In Reply to: Re: soliloquy posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 19:59:33:
Awh shucks, you even remembered my home #.
Happy trails to you...
In Reply to: So, you want to be a writer... posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 19:47:25:
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
Wow, Jim, this describes what I've personally experienced to tee. Incredible.
In Reply to: So, you want to be a writer... posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 19:47:25:
Thanks, Jim.
So true!
Namaste`
Walt
In Reply to: So, you want to be a writer... posted by Jim H. [7104.4141] on October 19, 2007 at 19:47:25:
nm
In Reply to: Re: That's why I don't do it.....nm. posted by Steve [5592.3308] on October 20, 2007 at 10:01:13:
Oh puhleeze Foxman, you've produced the equivalent of a set of
encyclopedias right here on the board!
In Reply to: Re: That's why I don't do it.....nm. posted by Jim H. [3194.4217] on October 20, 2007 at 10:38:40:
I don't write, " The sun was glesing off the window " stuff, like you do...
Jan writes a 400 page book on the 3LS. My book would be, 1) eat a whole food diet. 2) exercise. 3) do SR. 4) Get up off your dead butt, quit whining and get started.
Think is will be a best seller???
Silver Fox!
In Reply to: Re: Yeah, but.. posted by Steve [5592.3308] on October 21, 2007 at 10:04:22:
Hey Steve:
"...The sun was glesing off the window "
Actually, Steve, that's pretty good. You could be a writer.
Oh, what is glesing, anyway? You always had a way with words - an odd, wonderful way:-)
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