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?


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)

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