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Nothing done. I worked a bit into daylight. I just, still, don't have much to give. I have been cranking the furnace when I wake, it just isn't enough. Maybe a week of shaking the chills, and rest, will help. Though, perhaps, fasting isn't going to help. Yeah, there are those things. I don't think fasting is the biggest problem though. I feel just as lethargic as I have while eating a couple meals a day.
It is good to have the internet back. I missed logging some of my notions regarding what of Dante, or the haiku masters, I read. Or other things, in general or specific about life, love, or else. I often miss opportunities. As a photographer can't always have his camera, or the right light, or whatever else, so a writer can't always capture, or frame, a thought or sight or sense of another sort. Still, without the possibility, tools, that potential sinks to zero. A hard thing for one who wishes to express.
Oh, this is actually from quite some time back. When I found the second song (played first in this post), I brought it right in. Though, too, for me? The second (played first) reminded me directly of the first song (played last). No, I... don't think most would catch it, unless it was pointed out. Maybe not then? Come on, comment. Sheesh! It's a matter of perspective, and sensory range, that most simply aren't familiar regarding. You can't see the dark in the light, or the light in the dark. You truly, while living in a fallen world, have no idea how deep that rabbit hole goes, either way. Enjoy or not.
Good day, afternoon, and night? Yeah, mostly. Be well and blessings.
"so a writer can't always capture, or frame, a thought or sight or sense of another sort".
ReplyDeleteThere can often be an enormous gap between what a writer conceives, and what finally appears on a page. If I could project the concept in my mind directly into printed form then my writing would be significantly different. But for me it's like trying to recall a song heard in a dream. In the act of the thought traveling from deep inside the pure vein of my head to the page something happens. A toll must somehow be paid. An adjustment, or perhaps even a corruption, must take place.
Aye. Sometimes I can do pureform, however. But that is when I write almost totally freeform. It takes a certain mindset, or lack thereof. It happens when I am accidentally transcendental. Or... some such. Yes, I know many think I am full of shit. Some... know, or suspect, there is something else to me. Which is right is beyond my ken. It is, however, how I see things, and myself, and all.
ReplyDeleteFunny though, long ago, perhaps it was posted in the dream label though it might have been before I was labeling, or one of those times I just didn't add a label. But there was a time where I did hear a song in my dreams. It was powerful, and drew a monster for me to kill... can't remember all the details now. But there was more to the song. The funny thing is, as you say, I could not bring it through. I never have been able to recall the song. I have even dreamed of attempting to remember it! So, your words carry a unique weight with me.
As to the price? I have only met a few who can do as I do, but are actually good. I don't consider myself, to be honest, either a writer or an artist. Just a mostly dead fool, stumbling with words, attempting to catalog a world I don't understand, mostly. Most other artists, of any form, either miss the mark or actually aim away from the mark. I remember reading of artists of one sort or another, though probably culture-wide at some place and time, who made sure to include a flaw so as not to offend God, or the gods... though I doubt if that has been unique to one place and time, or faith. Though, to, I suspect that adding in imperfection is unnecessary. Even if something were to be made perfectly, in this fallen place for the time it is fallen, time would correct any perfect production. Even the Christ... if that was... a bit of a unique thing. Though, still, when He returns, if there is a nation He will set up and rule, even that, in this place, even for Him, is not lasting.
Hmm? Oh... something or other. Glad to have had you stop by and... chatter.
'Which is->if right is beyond...
ReplyDeleteThe song was on an album or something... and could be copied or carried with me in some other way... very strange dream...
No problem stopping by. I'm usually peeking in to see how you're doing. My hands have been a little full recently, what with editing an unsold manuscript from the 1980s (and now wrestling with what promises to be a severe head cold).
ReplyDeleteYou're seeming a bit perkier.
Ah, perkier... I am elevated from my station. I don't feel it by parts, but having drifted from the source of pain, perhaps a bit of a break from the web, reading, and rest? Though I think it is more. Not that I am always in pain, just... still recovering from the pre-Christmas push and the wound, mind you. On vacation taking a vacation from pain. *chirp*
ReplyDeleteYou are the most sickly lad I know. You weren't kidding. If I had it, I'd offer you some of my potent health, considering... or even not taking my heart into account. Manuscript? Is that for a play or movie? I've just not really heard the term used for prose. But, then, I'm me, I'm not in the East, or more South. Good luck with that.
Yours? Do you sell off your writings to whichever arena it fits, like a fisherman sells his catch? Is it pretty direct, or through agents, or... Sounds like a tough racket.
Yeah, I'm not what you'd consider the acme of health. For openers, I was born with severe chronic hay fever, and the doctors told my parents they didn't expect me to survive my first month. From there we go to flat feet, pigeon toes, chronic otalgia . . . so forth and so far up to my current state.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's turned out to be the flu and not just a cold.
Manuscript. I'm making a trickle of money with the novels I've got out in the market, but I need scads more so I'm working to increase the available material. With that in mind I've been digging through my slush pile and am planning on reworking and updating several novels and throwing them out onto the cold and unfeeling market. I offer my work to the public in general, but tag them with specific markers (e.g. "science-fiction", "adventure", etc.). I've never been able to get an agent interested in me, so I handle it alone. And yes, it is indeed a rough racket.