"The Final Curtain"
I've always been a Sinatra guy and "My Way" has accompanied me on many romantic adventures. "My Way" has been one of those 'etchings' to enjoy with someone special at the end of a candlelight and wine dinner, a song that can be parsed and qualified in so many ways...guess that's my best reason for the blog title.
It isn't so much that those lines in the song, "The Final Curtain," need to conjure up morbid thoughts and 'let's all be sentimental' thoughts. In fact,"The Final Curtain" can conjure up benign thoughts, those that lift the spirit and put an extra swagger in our strides.
Truth is I'm pretty much a 'romantic' with some life dreams realized and some that still wish to be. Mostly, these days, my writing speaks to me in so many ways, telling me so many truths about myself. Through the characters pecked out on the laptop, in their actions, reactions, interactions, there are glimpses of me, mini-portraits never seen before. Some are scary. Some are strangely uplifting and gratifying. Some glimpses make me sad. Some make me happy. Some make me confident. Some make me doubt myself.
But there is this 'thing' that always keeps me rooted to some true genetic spot: we can be no more in life than what we were intended to be.
So, what's with all the gibberish about "The Final Curtain" and the writing and the glimpses? I'm aging with a great deal of reluctance, going through the 'pages' past, present, and future, still searching for the elusive and the unattainable, trying very hard to make up for some wasted moments in this passage. I'm here in the 'wings' and the curtain has not closed and I'm wanting to know about you, how you differ so much from me, how we are so much alike, how we can somehow better know each other.
One of my favorite poet/writers, an ex-priest named James Kavanaugh, wrote two beautiful books of poetry: "There Are Men Too Gentle To Walk Among Wolves" and "Will You Be My Friend?" There was so much of his verse with which I identified. His words spoke to me with the most marvelous clarity.
Sinatra and Kavanaugh were my two favorite 'etchings.'
Now, 'will you be my friend?'
Billy Ray Chitwood
Mama's Madness
The Cracked Mirror
Butterflies and Jellybeans - A Love Story
It isn't so much that those lines in the song, "The Final Curtain," need to conjure up morbid thoughts and 'let's all be sentimental' thoughts. In fact,"The Final Curtain" can conjure up benign thoughts, those that lift the spirit and put an extra swagger in our strides.
Truth is I'm pretty much a 'romantic' with some life dreams realized and some that still wish to be. Mostly, these days, my writing speaks to me in so many ways, telling me so many truths about myself. Through the characters pecked out on the laptop, in their actions, reactions, interactions, there are glimpses of me, mini-portraits never seen before. Some are scary. Some are strangely uplifting and gratifying. Some glimpses make me sad. Some make me happy. Some make me confident. Some make me doubt myself.
But there is this 'thing' that always keeps me rooted to some true genetic spot: we can be no more in life than what we were intended to be.
So, what's with all the gibberish about "The Final Curtain" and the writing and the glimpses? I'm aging with a great deal of reluctance, going through the 'pages' past, present, and future, still searching for the elusive and the unattainable, trying very hard to make up for some wasted moments in this passage. I'm here in the 'wings' and the curtain has not closed and I'm wanting to know about you, how you differ so much from me, how we are so much alike, how we can somehow better know each other.
One of my favorite poet/writers, an ex-priest named James Kavanaugh, wrote two beautiful books of poetry: "There Are Men Too Gentle To Walk Among Wolves" and "Will You Be My Friend?" There was so much of his verse with which I identified. His words spoke to me with the most marvelous clarity.
Sinatra and Kavanaugh were my two favorite 'etchings.'
Now, 'will you be my friend?'
Billy Ray Chitwood
Mama's Madness
The Cracked Mirror
Butterflies and Jellybeans - A Love Story
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