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R J Askew ~ One Swift Summer
Maybe she could be a muse...
Gingerlily (or Cyberlily..) wrote: "Maybe she could be a muse..."Yes, and I cld be her long suffering hampster
Do you have to go to Hampstead to do that?
Ach, I am reading a book that is so emotive it is unbuttoning me with its sheer nerve-strumming potency. Love, life and death are all there in full force. I cld never write it and I am learning from it for it is stretching my emotional responses and forcing me to exmanine my own emotional estate. Title: After Forever Ends
If reading is not just about a little distraction, or a little intellecutal dalliance, but is about enhancing our lives then I've just done that through a story which had me stretching emotions I didn't know I had. I think parts of my spirit will ache from the unaccustomed work out for the next few days. Some stories are just so emotive they prove highly demanding to read, esp when we are not used to letting our emotions lead us. But some stories can only be read this way and we have to surrender to them. Reading an emotive book with the head is impossible if we are to do it justice, as such books demand that we be fully alive to appreciate them. Such is art. And it is not always easy.
phew .. after a day of emotional overload .. a day to focus on banality
phew, phew .. family, including two under 2s, all gone now .. phew, phew
been turning a stalled 40K novel project into a 7K short story for submission. Coming along quite nicely. I love Xmas as London clears out and leaves me in peace!
I know the feeling. I am presently working a skeleton shift. Wrote a hideously maudlin verse though. One to leave discretely buried. Bring on the new year!
I hate New Year. All that forced jollity and superstitious turning points. One night of the year I essay to be in bed before midnight, but then bloody fireworks keep me awake. Come Year Zero....
I am normally fairly indifferent to the actual moment at 23:59:59 on Dec 31, but this year I am positively looking for 2013. I am even looking fwd to spring and am oddly comforted by the thought that each day is a few minutes lighter now.
2012 has been crap, but not much expectation of 2013 being any better...
I'm hoping I might get a voluntray redundo offer in 2013 .. really fancy doing something totally and absolutely different .. maybe even some vol work .. and maybe get some more writing in
Time to do a review. Have read some good stuff this year.
~~~~~~ HAPPY NEW YEAR ~~~~~~.. here's to a success in 2013 ..
>> > with esp thanks to those kind eyes who read and reviewed my story < <<
Zzz... Happy New Year.... zzzzzz
Happy New Year Ron. Let's have more from you in 2013 if you please!
Ignite wrote: "Happy New Year Ron. Let's have more from you in 2013 if you please!"I'll do my best to try and get one of the three other stories under my bed out from the dust and dessicated spiders .. all the best Ignite and THANK YOU for your encouragement
R.J. wrote: "Ignite wrote: "Happy New Year Ron. Let's have more from you in 2013 if you please!"I'll do my best to try and get one of the three other stories under my bed out from the dust and dessicated spi..."
I agree Ron, try and make that happen in 2013!
Best wishes for the new year & to GL too
marc x
Happy New Year Ron.If you give me half as many smiles in 2013 as you did in 2012 you can count it a very good year.
Patti (Festive Figgy Pudding) wrote: "Happy New Year Ron.If you give me half as many smiles in 2013 as you did in 2012 you can count it a very good year."
Goodness, I am humbled. And happy. *bows*
Actually -- despite being in a Cannery Wart newsroom (allegedly working) -- I am in the best of moods. Tis sunny in London and I am IN LOVE .. absolutely, totally IN LOVE. With whom? with TRUMAN CAPOTE. For I am reading BREAKFAST AT TIFFAY'S for the first time. It's a noveella, nice n thin. I love novellas. But it isn't that. It is the flashes of genius that TC gives off. The story is the story. And it's a good story. But the story is just the delivery mechanism for the real payload .. the flashes and glints of brilliant and genius. Reading BREAKFAST AT TIFFAY'S is like having a swirling sardine schoal in one's hands. You open the book and there it it, swirling and glinting a live thing of the sheerest quicksilver brilliance. It is Truman Capote's creative soul of course and it is very much alive in the things we call words. His soul is causing mine intense happiness because of its joy in being. Reading BAT on the train to work, sun shining, now this was a good way to start a New Year!
And the best thing is I still have 10 more pages to read. I will read them on the train home, slowly, maybe even backwards. Anything to keep the glints alive.
I am in love with reading also. I don't suppose we get high all the time when we read, but it definitely can get us high (legally). This is what it is all about, right? This is why we read, what we are searching for, this feeling of being more alive because of what we read. This is what great writers do for us. That is why we love them. It is not that they are writers it is that their souls, spirits, hearts are alive in language. Language allows them to extend their souls, to expand themselves in a way that others may feel. They are alive in their creativity which captures glints of their lives for ever. They enrich the common human soul, of which our souls are components. This is why we love them.
My luck is in. I've gone straight from reading one brilliant piece of writing ~ Breakfast At Tiffany's ~ to another good read ~ Fahrenheit 451. The former is definitely bossing the latter for now, but 451 is growing on be, not because I think it's a great story, but because the thinly disguised rage at the decline of formal intelligence and reverence, elitism, is bangingly accurate. Burn! Burn! Burn! You WILL be equal with me!
I rather like this little cell of silence. I feel like a Desert Father. Meditaion. Eyes closed. I shall think myself small, smaller, so small I may slip unnoticed from the spreading spread sheet of mean average life with all its conveniences. I shall not pursure happiness but difficulty, for it is through difficulty that we may learn more about ourselves. No wine tonight, no chocolate. Ray Bradbury had a fine mind. O to spend a day in his mind and look through his eyes. Just one day. The writer is more interesting than the writing. No?
I read, I review, I tweet .. the hits on the blog go up. But they eyes they slide they glide. Online eyes are like sardines ~ the cunning dolphin says ~ just so many millions of sardines. O how I love to watch the sardines. Shall one dart in among them .. watch me. A belly full of eyes. Shall I do it again? Watch me. Dolphin, Wolf, Swift .. ach, she was ooooo so smug when she huffed and snorted at me, 'You're not doing a very good job of selling your story, are you?' O how we English middle-classes know how to sneer. 'You're not doing a very good of selling your story.' Why not just kick me in the nuts? Sneary, deary, weary me o. Pass my sneer extractors please .. this is going to be very, very painful. Have you ever seen the sneer ripped from a stupid intelligence?
*tiptoes in, looks around for any signs of life, waves and tiptoes out again*
I am happy in my cell here .. it is literally a sort of asylum .. thankyou for the grapes .. *bows*
.. I shall now give myself CBT .. I am very good at calming injured animals .. watch me .. I swear to you I can make the sky swoon and fall at your feet ..
sardines only invite feeding frenzies. However their defence mechanism is to pack so voluminous & to continually convolve & veer their motion, so that the predators cannot predict where to strike.
Marc wrote: "sardines only invite feeding frenzies. However their defence mechanism is to pack so voluminous & to continually convolve & veer their motion, so that the predators cannot predict where to strike."Them there sardines was born to be had. Got any ideas on how to cut a few from the pack, tiger.
Sardines? Tigers? Sheeesh.
that's the one. Pity those on the outside of the spiral
Gingerlily (or Cyberlily..) wrote: "http://www.flickr.com/photos/j-fish/6..."Readers! Readers! Ten o'clock. Follow me Dolphs .. attack No.3 .. distract n confuse .. 4 go in 1 feeds .. your turn to feast Blue Fin. ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!
Marc wrote: "Tora Tora Tora"Tuna Tuna Tuna
Hey! what a great pic of the pod in action .. the big boy's Blue Finn .. hogging the limelight as per usual! The crazy jock! The shy, skinny one to the left is, erm, yours truly, pod leader *bows* And that's Turtle Pete, getting in there! See how we broke up the sardine ball with our cool new nose up passadohblay. I tweet you not, we all got a stone of guuuuuud sardines that morning. Hey, like what were you doing with your camera down there? Can't say I noticed you in all the excitement. Let me know if the pic goes viral pls. By the way, if you ever need any ohmeegah 3 uppers let me know. We have some pod contacts off of Miami who ship some some of the good Caribbean Blue Os our way from time to time. It's a legal high kiddo, so noooooo sweat! Here's k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-klicking ya!
Need a larf? This arch-ery at the nature of amazon reviews raises a chuckle ~~~~~~~~~~> http://www.amazon.co.uk/Barrettine-Me...I wonder if the one I left will make it?
Oh I read some of them earlier - very funny! I'll have a look for yours.
Yep - yours is up there. I gave it a vote.
Actually, I cld use a couple of nips of the purple product to take my mind off trying to flog my dead horse into being a Derby Winner. I've tried carrots .. I've tried Indian hot stone massage .. Have even tried reading Black Beauty and Warhose to my dead horse .. nada, niet, niento, zip, zero, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
I may try a stick of dynamite up said dead horse's fundament tmr ..
Oh do be careful with that- you really don't want to be splattered with bits of horse flesh.. Particulatly not from the back end!
I've had a better idea .. a recording at volume 11 of a lonesome, lovelorn mare a-whinnying in a water meadow one sult'ry Summer's eve .. 'Pegasus, o Pegasus, wherefore art thou Pegasus?'If that doesn't get him chewing the fence, eyes all a-rolling nothing will. 'Pegasus, come to me my Pegasus!'
Actually, his name is Shergar. Hush, hush, keep it dark. *neighs*
Shergar has long since ended uo on the dinner plates of a bunch of hungry frenchmen.
Oh bugger, so my horse is dead then :((((
Well if he really is Shergar, dead and long digested. However, he may prove to be a horse of another colour...
Oh yes, some mythical beast. Meanwhile, off with my infantry to see the hobbit .. may take sandwiches as I believe it is about 30 hours long.
thank god my twins aren't into fantasy...
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Ach, unobtaibale and perfect. The very best sort of obsession.