Sunday, August 9. 2009
Dead Line
No day without a line, the Romans used to say. They certainly had no idea that being aligned with words is not enough.
Every day I keep creatively dreaming my reality into existence with nothing to back me up but this silly hope that someone might be interested enough to actually read what I write. It's a desperate kind of wishful thinking that keeps me going. So I ponder, I contemplate, I wallow, the latter mostly in self-pity, of course. It ends where all unilateral relationships do, in sorrow.
Now I was told that sorrow can be savoured as a source for creativity. That's great, for I'm so full of sorrow that I will be able to come up with even more words that won't be read.
Glad, the dog needs to go for a walk. The meadow will already be lined - with trees.
Every day I keep creatively dreaming my reality into existence with nothing to back me up but this silly hope that someone might be interested enough to actually read what I write. It's a desperate kind of wishful thinking that keeps me going. So I ponder, I contemplate, I wallow, the latter mostly in self-pity, of course. It ends where all unilateral relationships do, in sorrow.
Now I was told that sorrow can be savoured as a source for creativity. That's great, for I'm so full of sorrow that I will be able to come up with even more words that won't be read.
Glad, the dog needs to go for a walk. The meadow will already be lined - with trees.
Friday, August 7. 2009
Behind My Adolescenes
I have a small collection of movies I treasure that bring back to me a youth I never had.
I've never had friends in high school. I've never dated on a prom. I haven't played practical jokes on teachers. I didn't even have a family like others, mum and dad, brothers and sisters that I could have played with, learned from or even argued with. I was expected to be understanding and responsible from early age. Therefore I was a bespectacled nerd with no sense of humour. More or less alone with a working mother I had books to comfort me. And movies.
When I watched those movies, for a limited period of time I could pretend I was at high school, or college, I had a dad or older brother watching over me, I walked to school with my best friend, I was a real teenager.
And so I adored Molly Ringwald, Andy McCarthy, Emilio Estevez, Ally Sheedy, in fact the whole brat pack, as well as John Cusack and, of course, James Spader.
I have never really figured before that my gratitude should have gone to one special person responsible for scripts, directing as well as productions of my lifesaving stories like Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller's Day Off or Sixteen Candles, and my favourite of them, Pretty in Pink.
Sadly, John Hughes died yesterday, only fiftynine years old. Time to drop a tear grieving over his untimely death and to watch his movies!
I've never had friends in high school. I've never dated on a prom. I haven't played practical jokes on teachers. I didn't even have a family like others, mum and dad, brothers and sisters that I could have played with, learned from or even argued with. I was expected to be understanding and responsible from early age. Therefore I was a bespectacled nerd with no sense of humour. More or less alone with a working mother I had books to comfort me. And movies.
When I watched those movies, for a limited period of time I could pretend I was at high school, or college, I had a dad or older brother watching over me, I walked to school with my best friend, I was a real teenager.
And so I adored Molly Ringwald, Andy McCarthy, Emilio Estevez, Ally Sheedy, in fact the whole brat pack, as well as John Cusack and, of course, James Spader.
I have never really figured before that my gratitude should have gone to one special person responsible for scripts, directing as well as productions of my lifesaving stories like Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller's Day Off or Sixteen Candles, and my favourite of them, Pretty in Pink.
Sadly, John Hughes died yesterday, only fiftynine years old. Time to drop a tear grieving over his untimely death and to watch his movies!
Thursday, August 6. 2009
Chesty Insight
I've been coughing and sneezing for a few days now. There's no denial, I have a cold. And with all the high tech and meds and treatments we have, one thing is for sure: All I can do is wait 'till it's over.
A cold in a hot summer is a drag. They say, you can get it from neglect. Well, I wouldn't know. I haven't got anybody to neglect me.
A cold in a hot summer is a drag. They say, you can get it from neglect. Well, I wouldn't know. I haven't got anybody to neglect me.
Wednesday, August 5. 2009
Law of Must Action
They say, good things come to those who wait. And we naturally assume, there must be some truth in it, since this wisdom exists in quite a few languages and therefore cultures. But maybe that phrase was made up to keep people in their places and ask for nothing?
Because, on the other hand, it always comes down to something unexpected that occurs so often that we should have gotten used to it by now and still never will: What you get is subject to commitment. What ever you are willing to put into your goal is inversely rated to its outcome. So if you don't care, also fate won't bother.
Because, on the other hand, it always comes down to something unexpected that occurs so often that we should have gotten used to it by now and still never will: What you get is subject to commitment. What ever you are willing to put into your goal is inversely rated to its outcome. So if you don't care, also fate won't bother.
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