Oh my goodness!! Every one of these is a prose poem, a conjured-up universe that made my weary brain cells ignite with memories & sense memories of my own. Kudos, everyone!!
Ellen's so right. A great topic for all and all so interesting. As Tony remarks about their variety. That comes from the great question asked, me thinks? One really interesting aspect for me was how I became submerged in Garcia's life in other work about him thanks to Anthony and Matt's pieces on Weir's passing, and Garcia's gifts for spontaneity and constant change and movement. While so many of us are doing our best to discover where and who and when we will make a place in our lives and selves that we understand as home. A place of safety and peace if we can where we are ourselves, lucky to have discovered who that is.
Tabby - thanks for the 1960 music flashback. I was about 13 and my parents just gave me a Sony transistor radio, which I totally wore-out listening to Duane Eddy, Connie Francis, Johnny Horton, Everly Brothers, and all that rock and roll music we now call "oldies" on KYNO in Fresno. Simpler time. Quieter time (despite the transistor radio on full volume).
Lately I've been recalling two Hemingway short stories, "The Strange Country" and "The Old Man at the Bridge", both of which seem relevant to our times. "The Strange Country" is quite long for a short story and contains a number of elements but what stands out for me is the main character's inner struggle about whether to go to Spain (the story takes place just before the Spanish Civil War) or to meet his responsibilities to his family. In the second story, a battle is about to take place in a village and everyone is fleeing except an old man who is too tired to leave and has decided to stay behind and take care of his cat and a few farm animals, despite the danger to himself.
I feel like America is on a razor's edge and that some truly catastrophic things could happen. I feel obligated to do more but struggle with timing and methods as well as some confusion and uncertainty about the future. I'm too old to consider fighting, like the main character in "The Strange Country", and I'm too young to have an excuse to give up.
Hemingway is usually a fine resource when such confusions arise. Not necessarily the man, but the writer. The writer found a way to demonstrate how people think things through. Reading Hemingway usually shines mental paths as brightly as does a good night’s sleep.
Oh my goodness!! Every one of these is a prose poem, a conjured-up universe that made my weary brain cells ignite with memories & sense memories of my own. Kudos, everyone!!
Ellen's so right. A great topic for all and all so interesting. As Tony remarks about their variety. That comes from the great question asked, me thinks? One really interesting aspect for me was how I became submerged in Garcia's life in other work about him thanks to Anthony and Matt's pieces on Weir's passing, and Garcia's gifts for spontaneity and constant change and movement. While so many of us are doing our best to discover where and who and when we will make a place in our lives and selves that we understand as home. A place of safety and peace if we can where we are ourselves, lucky to have discovered who that is.
I’m so glad you were inspired by their answers!! This truly is a great collection of insights this time.
I meant Tonya, Apologies.
Tabby - thanks for the 1960 music flashback. I was about 13 and my parents just gave me a Sony transistor radio, which I totally wore-out listening to Duane Eddy, Connie Francis, Johnny Horton, Everly Brothers, and all that rock and roll music we now call "oldies" on KYNO in Fresno. Simpler time. Quieter time (despite the transistor radio on full volume).
Lately I've been recalling two Hemingway short stories, "The Strange Country" and "The Old Man at the Bridge", both of which seem relevant to our times. "The Strange Country" is quite long for a short story and contains a number of elements but what stands out for me is the main character's inner struggle about whether to go to Spain (the story takes place just before the Spanish Civil War) or to meet his responsibilities to his family. In the second story, a battle is about to take place in a village and everyone is fleeing except an old man who is too tired to leave and has decided to stay behind and take care of his cat and a few farm animals, despite the danger to himself.
I feel like America is on a razor's edge and that some truly catastrophic things could happen. I feel obligated to do more but struggle with timing and methods as well as some confusion and uncertainty about the future. I'm too old to consider fighting, like the main character in "The Strange Country", and I'm too young to have an excuse to give up.
Hemingway is usually a fine resource when such confusions arise. Not necessarily the man, but the writer. The writer found a way to demonstrate how people think things through. Reading Hemingway usually shines mental paths as brightly as does a good night’s sleep.