Thursday, April 29, 2010
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Saturday, April 17, 2010
Hello, friends! Today I am visiting over at my friend Relyn's beautiful blog, Come Sit By My Fire. Relyn devotes the entire month of April to people's passions, which is only fitting, since she herself is a woman full of passion and creativity. I hope you'll come on over and visit with us, too!
Have a beautiful weekend.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Some songs linger with me for days and weeks, flavoring a period of my life with tone and mood. This spring, a few key songs are weaving in and out of my days, and so I thought I'd share one. It's Fanfarlo's "The Walls Are Coming Down." The lyrics are rather fatalistic, which is as it should be, for I am currently writing a story whose protagonist feels no hope. This song makes me think of him with its mix of lilting beauty and fatalism.
As some of the lyrics go,
For atoms have gone as far as atoms will go
Your books write themselves
They line up in row after row
The walls the walls are coming down
The here and now is coming round
It will some day let you down
The ships the ships are coming in
The great ideas are wearing thin
There is nothing left to do
The great irony for me, of course, is that I cannot share this view as I type away at my own books and poems and stories and essays--and yet, I love this song.
And who is this pessimistic character I mention? He is a seventeen-year-old boy, and I am having an amazing time living a part of each day in his head and his world. I'll admit, though, that sometimes it takes every bit of strength and will I have to do it. Teenage boys, as you probably know, can be high maintenance.
Someday, when I finish writing this damn story (fingers and toes crossed), I'll introduce him to you.
In the meantime, here's Fanfarlo. What songs, I'm wondering, are running through the playlist in your mind this month?