Sunday, January 20, 2008

Another Of Those "I've Been Left Alone And Howling At The Moon" Nights

For some compelling reason I have the urge to talk about it tonight- this writing thing, although I’ve heard so many people analyze the “why do I write” question that that particular tired nausea has largely lost meaning, much less any appeal.

In SHOWBOAT, Magnolia sings

The game of just supposing
Is the sweetest game I know
Our dreams are more romantic
Than the world we see …

In A CHORUS LINE, Diane echoes this, if more directly

Kiss today goodbye
And point me toward tomorrow
We did what we had to do.
Won’t forget, can’t regret
What I did for love.
What I did for love.
What I did for … love.

So … I’ve been listening to you – all of you. There’s a collective restlessness. Isn’t there? Can you feel it? It’s not about writing, or the form writing takes. That’s just the means of communication – the best we know. Our companion, the thought that if we put it down on paper – somehow somehow if this time we get it right, or even close to right – maybe we will understand…

Understand what? By putting something into words am I suddenly going to understand something I can’t on my best day put into words?

Something is missing. I feel cheated. Where are the great artists? I mean, the sucking-in-of-breath-to-look-at-them paintings? Are you aware that for the first time in over 300 years, there is not ONE living classical symphony composer? Not one – Copeland was the last. And writers …

Cole Porter wrote

And authors, too, who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words writing prose …

So something has ended. And I was born too late to be a part of it. And yet I feel like I’m a part of … something. And in listening to you, I know you’re a part of it as well. Do you feel that way? There’s a restlessness, a waiting, a desire for change, an anticipation …

An anticipation?

So maybe I’m not too late, after all. And you are not too late.

Maybe we all are early. A vanguard. Maybe something is coming, and we’re a part of the beginning of it.

Wouldn’t that be nice? I'd like to think so.


And how was your day?

3 comments:

Julie Morrison said...

Okay, Jack rabbit, jack in the box, floor Jack...I can't wait to see what's next week. Tell me you aren't changing them everyday, or sadly, I may have missed a few...
Your avatar is great. Dancer is the best. WHy aren't you sleeping? 2 much Pepsi Max??

Jack said...

I dunno. The moon does weird things to me, I think.

Q said...

Hello, Jack...

Ambassador from Canada,
(who hasn't checked her blog for a very long time...oops)
Q

PS: no gravy on fries, I loved Ishtar and anything by Milan Kundera