"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." -The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Showing posts with label a story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a story. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Rough Draft







You know, I have been thinking about how to tell a story about an event with just the available knowledge at hand. Let us suppose that when you tell a story you conceive it  with no knowledge at all. Then, you proceed as you please. What if you wrote it on, let's say a clay tablet? You can only tell what you have seen or heard with your own eyes or ears. Unless, of course, you might be like me, you just make it all up from your imagination.
So then, like me, you just forget about it and go on to something else. In the meantime, someone  finds your story on a clay tablet and just tosses it in the trash bin, that gets dumped into the garbage truck (that is if you have garbage service, which we do not have living on top of a mountain in the wilderness)
OK, so at the dump it gets dumped.
Some sort of natural disaster happens and everyone moves to another place like the Anasazi did, perhaps?
So left in this dump is the clay tablet.
Many many years go by maybe hundreds of years go by and everything except Twinkies, Plastic Coke bottles, and Ceramic vessels disintegrate back into the land,  and not your clay tablet.
You said that a terrible thing happened.
The scientists in the future go to the ice caps of the polar regions and take ice cores back to the laboratories and discover that what you said was not true.
So then, a writer writes a story about whether or not your story actually happened.
The End

Sunday, February 27, 2011

As Black and White as It Seems?


I was looking for her everywhere.
The Rue. . . what was it called?
I can not for the life of me remember
How long has it been?
She has been missed. She is missing.
The flight to Amsterdam was a short flight.
I sat in front of the Van Gogh
hoping and thinking
She surely wouldn't do what I feared, would she?
We were walking from the tower in the city of lights
To walk on the hard marble floors
hours and hours we walked
we saw the Mona Lisa Smile behind the GLASS?
Then it happened.
It fractured.
Her shin.
Hobbled we did to the nearest
apothecary.
No healing came quickly.
There was no elevator in Dutch land
this hotel was five stories high.
The last I saw her
she was in the room with the windows
open wide.
The rooftops were amazing.
I would meet her for coffee.
She had to walk down those stairs.
She had to walk a few blocks.
I should have stayed to help.
I have been looking for her.
Everywhere.
Things are not always black and white.


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