Imagination

   Yesterday I was conversing with a catbird. She was being a bit shy, until her mother swept out of the bushes and cuffed her smartly, muttering something about talking to strangers. How did Mumsy know I was strange?
   Stranger things have happened. While I was basking in the warm sunlight, book in hand (THE BOOK OF MISCHIEF, by Stern, a collection of short stories--zany!) a complete stranger came up to me. Asking what I was reading, he riposted with not one but two books he'd recently devoured. How strangely delightful, to talk about books with someone whose name I don't even know! We wished one another good day, and as he toddled off with his curiously silent companion, I wondered if she was not a reader, or was she simply aware that there was no dishonor in surrendering to silence in the presence of two lads with the gift of the blarney?

   I love this graphic...almost as much as I love the punchy intent of the caption. Turn off that clamoring small screen and step onto this bookstrewn path--let your own imagination paint pictures for you rather than being force-fed pablum by the writers/producers/directors and advertisers.

   I typo-ed the above ppg to read, "I live this graphic..." Hmmm, I hope so!

   What are you reading now? I just started ESSAYS OF E. B. WHITE, 1977. These are delightful glimpses of a gone-by world whose echoes yet linger...but are fading with my generation. The writing seems effortless and fluid, which of course means that he polished his phrases in loving labor. The topics are whimsical and homey. Get your hands on this book if you like reminiscences that are both personal yet universal, drawing on life from NYC to small-town Maine.

   I'm also reading the afore-mentioned BOOK OF MISCHIEF, where dreams come true and whimsy turns to tragedy. Plus, I'm plugging through THE FIELD GUIDE TO BIRDS AND WILDFLOWERS OF CASCO BAY AND PEAKS ISLAND...which describes the view out my front window! I'm also plugging away at the Great Books, which is a topic to be revisited anon.

   Elizabeth thinks I'm nutso to read two or three books at once, but I like to have something whimsical or fluffy to counter-balance a "chew-thoroughly-before-swallowing" book like the ESSAYS. (I think she's nutso to read the last page of a book before its turn, so, we're even!)

RESTARTING

 

The blogger has been "on hiatus" for a bit, due to relocation...some 2700 miles across the country. I rather missed this discipline of writing something with (I hope) a bit of substance to it on a regular basis.

While not a huge fan of the Bronte sisters, I find myself in agreement with the graphic!




RESTARTING

Restart.
   Closed door.
     Open door.

Ensconced in Maine once again,
   wondering what the future holds?

The future flows to the brave and bold.
   (Thus, per my parents told)
Fortune favors those who work
   Not the ones whose duty shirk.

This yr, I'll be working on marketing the books that are occupying closet space...
...anyone for a good book? Gifts? For yourself?

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and...
--working on more stories for my grand kids,
--continuing to write a poem a day,
--plugging away at reading "the great books" using the sample list toward the bottom of this Wikipedia page,
--working on a fictionalized biography of King Solomon,

and, listening to the Still, Small Voice.

Let Them Go Free!

In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes.

 

--Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) --

Friends and enchanters, come to me!
   Wink your eyes and tap your feet
Come tell your tales of horror and glee
   I cannot wait for us to meet!

I'd write more, but I've gotta hot book to read, bye!

(Oh, all right. I'm reading something that transports me across centuries and across the ocean--historic fiction, set in Europe. The characters are believable, and the plot feels like real life--some things go well, and others are a face-plant into concrete ranging from wet to solid!)

Been transported by a book lately? A recent fav of both the Blogger and the Mrs. was Stephen King's 11/22/63. We traveled through time and space to a weird take on "reality" that had none of King's rather-common gore and guts...enchanting and just a little bit scary...that wonderful kinda book that was hard to put down.

How's that for a book criterion--"I had a hard time putting it down. Go, pick one up today"?

There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.

--Irving Shaw--

There's something about that quote that I resonate with. Let's start with books:
--first, I keep a list of books to read. Some have been recommended by friends. Others I've read reviews. Others are continuations of series.
--then, there are the lists of "best books of..." the 20th century...the decade, etc.
--finally, there are the "Great books." A few colleges make this cluster of classics the foundation of their curriculum.

Last year I read 125 books. 37 were non-fiction, or so they claimed! This year I'm putting a bigger emphasis on classics of fiction/Great Books, and on non-fiction.




Next, today's quote laments places not yet seen...I know that tugs at a lot of people's hearts and minds. Mine too. We drive by a little copse of woods and I think, I'd love to go poke around and see what there is to be found--a stand of wildflowers? artifacts of yesteryear? a glimpse of wildlife? a memory to be stored away for a rainy day?

We drive over a stream and I wonder, what's around that next bend?

We go thru an historic town and I think--I'd like to mosey around, then read some of their local history.

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I guess those are some of the reasons that I write: I can explore, analyze, and remember--some of it fictive, some factual, and all of it a feast for my God-given curiosity--may it lead me straight to the Source!

Staring out the window and dreaming of dreaming.

People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball.
I'll tell you...
I stare out the window and wait for spring.

--Rogers Hornsby.

Staring out the window: malady or magic?

I think staring out the window is part of the magic of humankind. Staring out the window, or at the fireplace, or at the surf or the back lawn...it's all the same: fertile terrain for the imagination. (That's why staring at the television doesn't do it: there's no room for the imagination, we are the passive recipients of sound and images conjured up by others' imaginings!)

I think there should be 15 minutes a day  devoted to staring out the window...for every schoolroom, office, factory, hospital or home. Our brains need time to muse, digest, reflect, and to create--time to take facts apart and reassemble them in day-dreamy disorder, then reorder. Then, it's time bring in something else from another realm: stir, taste, repeat!

Look what happens when we dream--some is rehash, but some is strange, new, alien--I dream of faces and places I know I've never seen, of events that never occurred, of magical transformations, and of possibilities that would be inconceivable (yes, that word does mean what I think it means!) in the waking state. I'm reminded of the famous solution to the structure of the six-carbon molecule called benzene: there was no explanation for how six carbon atoms could occur together with only six hydrogen atoms. The chemist Kekule was baffled. No way. Didn't add up. Period. Until...a dream, of a snake with its tail in its mouth, a dream that worked its way into his waking thoughts--sha-zaam! The benzene molecule is a ring! (Okay, it's a geeky illustration. Tough! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_Kekul%C3%A9 )

Once I dreamed of an Englishwoman who spoke fluent Latin; no, effort-less Latin. She was a regal lass with dark hair, tall and slender and beautiful and utterly unaware of the power of her presence. This lady WILL appear in a story, but, thus far, she's only appeared in a dream. But, she is going to come to life and speak in the story that I shall pen. It'll be new, alien, and--buh-bye, gotta go write her into existence.

From dream to reality--10% inspiration. 90% perspiration.