Life - Falling Out
You asked me once. To not share my writing with you anymore. It was too heavy, it hurt too much. It was too emotional for you.
So I stopped.
I never mentioned my writing to you again.
But I did not cease.
Repository for my random, mad writings, and occasional pieces of art. Whatever happens, happens.
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Showing posts with label Possibility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Possibility. Show all posts
Monday, July 22, 2019
Monday, March 27, 2017
Theatre - World Theatre Day 2017
Theatre - World Theatre Day 2017
Isabelle HUPPERT
The message author of 2017 is Isabelle Huppert, the theatre and cinema actress from France.
World Theatre Day Message 2017 by Isabelle Huppert
So, here we are once more. Gathered again in Spring, 55 years since our inaugural meeting, to celebrate World Theatre Day. Just one day, 24 hours, is dedicated to celebrating theatre around the world. And here we are in Paris, the premier city in the world for attracting international theatre groups, to venerate the art of theatre.
Isabelle HUPPERT
The message author of 2017 is Isabelle Huppert, the theatre and cinema actress from France.
World Theatre Day Message 2017 by Isabelle Huppert
So, here we are once more. Gathered again in Spring, 55 years since our inaugural meeting, to celebrate World Theatre Day. Just one day, 24 hours, is dedicated to celebrating theatre around the world. And here we are in Paris, the premier city in the world for attracting international theatre groups, to venerate the art of theatre.
Friday, October 23, 2015
Drabbles - Lives
Drabbles - Lives
Sometimes people ask me how many lives I've lived.
I just smirk and ask them how many they have.
But on the inside, I fall to my knees.
And cry.
Sometimes people ask me how many lives I've lived.
I just smirk and ask them how many they have.
But on the inside, I fall to my knees.
And cry.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
For Better or For Worse - The Writer
For Better or For Worse - The Writer
How wild your imagination becomes if someone you love is late coming home. You’re sure they’re safe, but…what if? What if your family is one of those about whom the headlines are written? After all, it’s the luck of the draw. Nobody is absolutely secure. Bad things can happen to any of us. In your mind, you go from imagining fatal accidents to acts of violence to kidnapping — all the stuff you see in the movies. Perhaps what we do is prepare ourselves for the worst. Maybe this is a good exercise, but it’s often far too stressful and far too frightening.
When folks ask how writers come up with so many weird ideas, I use the "missing at night" scenario to explain: Give yourself a situation in which you have no control, something that could go in any direction — this is when your writer’s hat goes on. You want to resolve the situation now; you want to be able to handle whatever happens, and so you let your imagination loose. The next thing you know, you are in the mind of a writer. One small idea bubbles into another. Could there have been an accident?
You visualize this awful possibility: the car, the people inside. Are they on a roadside? In the water? Soon, you’re bringing in sirens — an ambulance and police to the scene. You go from imagining the accident to living through the aftermath: the hospital, the anguish, the lives on the line. You argue with nurses, you fight for the right to know. You call relatives and tell them the news. You wait for the recovery, or you plan for the wake. This is how a writer works; even though you’re telling a story, you feel as though it’s real.
For a writer, imagination is a gift. For someone who is waiting and wondering, it’s a nuisance. The good thing is, by the time you reach the most agonizing chapter in your imaginary scenario, your missing person shows up and you have nothing to show for your night of woe but relief. And…isn’t that a great way for this all to end?
-Lynn Johnston
How wild your imagination becomes if someone you love is late coming home. You’re sure they’re safe, but…what if? What if your family is one of those about whom the headlines are written? After all, it’s the luck of the draw. Nobody is absolutely secure. Bad things can happen to any of us. In your mind, you go from imagining fatal accidents to acts of violence to kidnapping — all the stuff you see in the movies. Perhaps what we do is prepare ourselves for the worst. Maybe this is a good exercise, but it’s often far too stressful and far too frightening.
When folks ask how writers come up with so many weird ideas, I use the "missing at night" scenario to explain: Give yourself a situation in which you have no control, something that could go in any direction — this is when your writer’s hat goes on. You want to resolve the situation now; you want to be able to handle whatever happens, and so you let your imagination loose. The next thing you know, you are in the mind of a writer. One small idea bubbles into another. Could there have been an accident?
You visualize this awful possibility: the car, the people inside. Are they on a roadside? In the water? Soon, you’re bringing in sirens — an ambulance and police to the scene. You go from imagining the accident to living through the aftermath: the hospital, the anguish, the lives on the line. You argue with nurses, you fight for the right to know. You call relatives and tell them the news. You wait for the recovery, or you plan for the wake. This is how a writer works; even though you’re telling a story, you feel as though it’s real.
For a writer, imagination is a gift. For someone who is waiting and wondering, it’s a nuisance. The good thing is, by the time you reach the most agonizing chapter in your imaginary scenario, your missing person shows up and you have nothing to show for your night of woe but relief. And…isn’t that a great way for this all to end?
-Lynn Johnston
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Quotes - Plato
Quotes - Plato
Any one who has common sense will remember that the bewilderments of the eye are of two kinds, and arise from two causes, either from coming out of the light or from going into the light, which is true of the mind's eye, quite as much as of the bodily eye. - Plato
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Writing - A Box
Writing - A Box
Upon coming of age, every human being is given a box. The box can be opened only three times, and the only certainty is that opening will radically change your life. You are on your deathbed when you decide to open your box for the first time.
Upon coming of age, every human being is given a box. The box can be opened only three times, and the only certainty is that opening will radically change your life. You are on your deathbed when you decide to open your box for the first time.
Labels:
Alone,
Chance,
Death,
Dying,
People,
Possibility,
Writing,
Writing Drills
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Poetry - A Boy Has A Right To Dream
Poetry - A Boy Has A Right To Dream
A boy has the right to dream.
Endless Possibilities stretch out before him.
What awaits him down the path he will choose?
The boy doesn't know.
Before he knows it, the boy has become an adult...
... and he learns what he was able to make of himself.
Joy and Sadness accompany this.
When this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his
heart?
Once a Boy Becomes an adult, he cannot go back to being a
boy.
The boy is now a man.
Only one thing can be said: A boy has the right to dream.
Endless possibilities stretch out before him
All men were once boys.
A boy has the right to dream.
Endless Possibilities stretch out before him.
What awaits him down the path he will choose?
The boy doesn't know.
Before he knows it, the boy has become an adult...
... and he learns what he was able to make of himself.
Joy and Sadness accompany this.
When this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his
heart?
Once a Boy Becomes an adult, he cannot go back to being a
boy.
The boy is now a man.
Only one thing can be said: A boy has the right to dream.
Endless possibilities stretch out before him
All men were once boys.
Labels:
Believe,
Boys,
Chance,
Dreams,
Imagination,
Kids,
Men,
Poetry,
Possibility
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