Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Daylight Brings Promise and Hope



Daylight Brings Promise and Hope 

. . .and so it went. . .after they shrugged off the whispers of night. . .the cereal had been downed. . .the directions given. . . the door flung open. . .and it started all over again. . .this day that brought promise. . .this day that brought hope. . .because when you're two. . .life has not beat you down. . .and when you are five. . .all things are possible. . .and when you're ten. . .you want to hang on. . .because even by then. . .you see what's around the corner. . .and at some point. . .even as you look forward. . .there are times you want to count backward. . .to when all was promise. . .and all was hope. . .and it's all there was. . .

"Where the lawn ends and the Field Begins"



"Where the lawn ends and the Field Begins" 

"Insects tap and flutter against the window, borne in through the darkness on a tide of light--mayflies and caddis, moths and beetles, pulled off course by the glow from a reading lamp. Out in the night itself, fireflies have nearly reached their summer's peak. Where the lawn ends and the field begins, a wall of vegetation has grown up, thicker and for its height more impenetrable than any rain forest on earth. Above the grass heads and seedpods and leaves and fronds, the fireflies stutter like slow sparks. They constellate and then, for a moment, they all go dark at once.". . .from The Rural Life by Verlyn Klinkenborg

Chelsea Lee and the Walking Sticks--Subway Train


. . .such a very nice video. . .nice harmonies. . .very well done--excellent sound and production!

Resistance is futile. . .

Monday, November 14, 2011

What to Drink When You listen to John Stewart. . .yes, Drinkify is here!




What To Drink When You're Listening to John Stewart

Why Don't We Respect Stephen King as Much as We Should?

Following is the usual bang-up job NPR does interviewing an author.  This time around, Stephen King.

Stephen King--11/22/63


I have this feeling that we as a country really don't appreciate Stephen King.  Witness this: I must have deleted the picture, but at Half-Price books, they had an entire box of Stephen King hardbacks for $15.  There must have been at least twenty books in there. . .yes, I know. . .his first press runs must be in the hundreds-of-thousands. . .but, do we take him for granted?  I looked on the shelves of my personal library and only found one book of his fiction.  The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon.  It nestled betweein All the Stars Came Out That Night by Kevin King (no relation that I'm aware of) and The Summer Fletcher Greel Loved Me by Suzanne Kingsbury.  No Carrie.  No The Shining.  No The Stand. . . .

There was a time I stayed home from work to finish a Stephen King book--it was just that good and the pages just kept flying by. . .these were in the days of The Shining and The Stand. . .

His book,



was one of the most valuable books on writing I have ever read. . .(please pay no attention to the fact that I downloaded a picture for the audio version). . .you get the point.  the subtitle:  A Memoir of the Craft. . .

From the book:  "By the time I was fourteen (and shaving twice a week whether I needed to or not) the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it."

I only use that passage to point to the fact that rejection is just part of the game.  Stephen Kings tells us how human the entire creative process is. . .I was once there he's telling the budding writer, bogged down by rejection after rejection. . .but, those stories are well-known. . .the record label executive who rejected The Beatles. . .all the rejects J.K . Rowling received. . .John Grisham--rejection after rejection. . .A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle being rejected by twenty-six publishers. . .and lest we forget Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell was rejected by thirty-eight publishers. . .

But, I really didn't start this to focus on rejection (sorry, I got a bit off track there).

The truth is, many people seem to be almost embarrassed to admit they are reading Stephen King.  And why?  Because he is not "literary?"  Because he doesn't make you work for it?

Having served on the IMPAC Dublin Awards committee at Cleveland Public Library for seven years taught me one thing about "literary" fiction.  It is not all created equal.  I read some truly horrible books--not even close to being well-written because the hype machine was going full blast about a book being the "literary" read of the year.  There was great suffering. . .we debated over and over as to what was "a Dublin book."  I finally declared a Dublin book to be one that required enormous amounts of whiskey to sit through and maybe a loaded rifle near your chair. . .there were good books, also. . .more bad than good. . .The good I remember. . .the magic of finding Chris Cleave's Little Bee at the very last moment one year. . .the always good Richard Russo. . The Road by Cormac McCarthy right on the heals of No Country for Old Men. . .

The bad. . .I will not mention. . .

But, Stephen King?  No, we never considered him for Dublin. . .but, in the summer, long after we'd put the nominations to bed. . .we'd all pretty much retreat to other books. . .some to non-fiction. . .some to other writers. . .maybe even some to Stephen King. . .

So, as I stare at the twin bricks of



and Haruki Murakami's


I am truly torn. . .I know I will read them both--I am a big fan of Murakami's writing. . .and people want to know what I think of it. . .

I am drifting toward the King. . .

Because I respect the man that much. . .and yes, maybe it won't be as much work as the Murakami. . .but, the pages will fly. . .and maybe I just need to revisit that 1958-1963 time period again. . .when we lived in  four-channel TV land and AM radio ruled. . .I'll get to you Mr. Murakami. . .but, not tonight. . .

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Life is never easy for those who dream






“Life is never easy for those who dream.”

 Robert James Waller

The girl in the picture had just hugged one of this guy's buddies--who is safely out of camera range now, emotions tumbling, wondering what had just happened with the spontaneous hug from this girl. . .now THIS guy, whether he was looking on still in shocked wonder about the hug or looking at the girl and wondering, "when is it my turn?," . . .wait. . .because whatever he is thinking, before he finishes the thought, she then turned to him and he got his hug, too. . .and all departed. . .

Today, these moments in life are lost far too soon. . .there is only a small window for that first hug, that first kiss, that first awkwardness, the aloneness in bed that night after it's all happened and dreaming of what is to come. . .and not knowing at that time, it will never, ever be quite that innocent again. . .only in hindsight will this whole cast realize this is the stuff dreams are made of. . .and they will all remember it differently. . .

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Reasons to Rise

REASONS TO RISE. . .

. . .a new blog by my friend, buddy, pal, and one of my oldest friends in the world. . .Ben Blake. . .please take a look. . .