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Morning walk: 1C/34F, swirling mess of a sky, yesterday’s big blow subsided to a steady breeze; evidence around that coyotes might have roamed these streets last night gave Gusta plenty of trashed trash and trails to sniff . .
I’m a middle aged writer. I write mostly about the view I see from here.
Some tasks, and friends, are a form of investment being made; we expend time, calories or cash – every choice, coming at some price if it is to bring some reward. Even when we lift something light, we burn some calories. If we lift something heavy, and do it poorly we might hurt ourselves, might alter our health for the rest of our lives. These life/health altering events are true of people too sometimes, but worth risk. In ‘heavy lifting’ of all kinds, there is a price to be paid.
I’m on a new kick – reading writers I don’t know well; sitting atop night stand are pieces recently downloaded - The Source of Idealism, essay by George Bernard Shaw, poem ‘April’ by Sara Teasdale and short story The Lady With The Little Dog by Anton Chekhov. Reading a poem, an essay and a short story every night an idea planted by an old writer (Bradbury) in an old lecture on writing I caught on YouTube.
My heart, according to my doc, needs testing, just to be sure. I told her it’s fine; it was broken recently, but has repaired. It seems an EKG by my life insurance carrier indicates further tests warranted. Yikes. Maybe I’m not mended after all. The meaning of this day is unclear to me; going for a stress test (part 1 this afternoon), and more tomorrow morning – as stress of anticipation alone ought to put my blood pressure in new territory!
And, speaking of old writers, one who makes me laugh lots is Larry Solway; I chased him down a couple years ago after I saw a piece of his featured in the Globe. I remembered from his TV days (60s + 70s). I encouraged him to write for 360boom. One of his first pieces was about his encounter with novelist Kingsley Amis; his most recent posted today (and he’s kickin’ me!!) about friendship strategies. Sure, I like writers . . humbug! Contrary to his view, I have discarded some ‘friends’ lately, ones who weren’t really friends at all.
I’d like to be an old writer some day; I want to write about the view I’ll see from there.
And you there, elusive one, far away one; one I’ve not met, one I’ve not yet known about but I know you are out there – waiting to meet me. Isn’t that the way? The person who will most influence my life and my writing is out there – waiting to make me work for it. Maybe Ray Bradbury’s the one, or Chekov, or Shaw . .or some lady with a little dog; who would know?
HEAVY LIFTING
The difference between write
and wrong is a hundred things
that could go write, or go wrong.
How heavy the load, how great
the task that we need put our
shoulder to the wheel.
Just like the shoemaker who
sticks to his last; we will not
live or last without our sole.
Mark Kolke
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