The Right Column

The Third Edit

is often the best

I had written some things, that, while creative and funny, were really raw in the way that I pillarized the people about whom I wrote. I cast them as degenerates and I felt good about it. I said "this seems to me what they are really like."

But it was too vile. I was tired when I wrote it, worked up about the news. So I thought, well, if I mark it off and say "this is not correct, this is all done to make the people in it look bad." , then I'd be able to use it later for something else, maybe put it in a story. So I spent a little time pursuing that.

Then I reread it and decided that, even though I wasn't going to post it, and even though it might be useful to reuse in fiction as the thoughts and/or dialog of an 'out-there' character, the writing cut down too close to bone of how some feel about the subjects of my scree. So, my third edit was 'delete'.

 Geesh, I've flown far and away today,
       haven't I?

ON CINEMA

Wealth often allows people to act out destructive or miscreant urges. We all know that the people who have wealth don't always have a debauched way about them. Also we know that most people considered as poor in wealth are not also devoid of spirit.

The debauchery of some wealthy is often depicted in fiction. How do individuals react to that fiction? Does a person go to see a movie that celebrates the debauched character and want to emulate that character, or does that character make the viewer not want to make the same mistakes that the character did in the story?

A new version of The Great Gatsby is coming out this week. I suppose if I got to see it I will write about it here. I read the novel again last year and thought a lot about it. Basically I felt that the only sympathetic character in the story is Gatsby's father and Gatsby himself. I found how Fitzgerald dispatched with his characters when he was done with them to be a fine display of writing. When a character is either dead or no longer needed in the story you often find that they never get mentioned again in it. If you haven't read The Great Gatsby I'm not going to ruin it for you by telling you what happens.

My take was that Gatsby was a leatherneck war Veteran. He would have been suffering from post traumatic stress. World War One is a back story for any novel of that period. Everyone who read the book would have known that, and what War Veterans were like.

Leonardo DiCaprio is an excellent actor. I do not think that Gatsby was as mature a man as Mr. DiCaprio is now. In the story Gatsby is supposed to be, if I remember correctly, no more than 28 years old. But if they got the right make up . . . I'd rather see a kid play that role but a kid (someone who is really in their twenties) might not be mature enough to understand the underlying tragedy in the story. I found the story to be heartbreaking because . . . well this would be a spoiler, wouldn't it, if I wrote on about this now.

I am sure that a movie like this is always a metaphor for what is going on in the real world of the here-and-now. So, if I go to The Great Gatsby (2013), I'll be sure to look for that.

I have a slew of demos on my demo page. Here is the link to my DEMOS page.

Very Many Hearts

" . . . . OH, on an on he goes and off into the inane, (muttering) talking about himsells in the thirst purses, my garments . . ."

Next is a link to the 'Love Solves everything, so simple.' page:

Very Many Hearts

May 9, 2013

some day
Here is something from the I Ching



     "Hall-all-lluu"

I'm working on it in my mind, thinking about how to make the music play and the strings to twang along.

Praise the Lord for his unfailing love.

    Praise the Lord just because you love Him!

Praise the Lord!

You know Favorite movie lines?

Wouldn't it be cool if I had a way for users of this page to enter in their favorite movie lines? I am sure that someone is already doing it. I could have made one of my bitbucket pages be that, but I don't let 'the world' post here. you need a password.

I've got you in my sights. How come no one ever writes? try this:

Webster Adminniolli

Web Site Adminstrator

Amillia Publishing Company

PO Box 211

Natick, MA 01760

If you have something real to share, a story, a poem, whatever, that is the best way to get my attention.

  Spoiler

  Daisy is a crazy
     lover and a lazy
    friend she
  left me, in the end,
      to die 
   a lonely death
     in my great room.

 I knew girls like that
    back in college who
  were too pretty to need to try
    that hard 
   to lure the things 
     that life makes 
    you think
    you need.
   In a sense 
   of self-serving greed.

  It all comes from nothing, a  
     single seed 
        grows to the
           size of the sky
            in a single day
      and a guy
       Like J
     knows to blow
       all the seeds away.
    if you need more
   it will sprout all at once for you
      on each and whatever day.
   
    City of Nineveh:
      Let all the people mourn in ashes
    and then they will be saved.

  He loved her so much
    and knowing that if you
      blow all the dandelion seeds away
   they
can drift off to the sky
    for random flowers
  in a random place
       on some future faraway day.

   No flowers left here.
    They were uprooted
   and thrown on the burn pile.
   dried up summer flower thrown
     by the wayside
    call back in an hour
   she is gone from the bayside.
       what is it that rips
    when actions convey
       that pulling apart
    and drifting away?

  Gatsby would have come to know
    on a future day
      that flowers grow
 and then decay
     and if you pull the petals
         from a flower
     and count them
 odd or even
    it can never be an oracle
    for she loves you
       she loves you not.

 The City of Nineveh
     was spared
           for a few more 
      generations.

 Twenty five hundred years later
    and do people really
   act any differently
    than they did back then?

   They can
     they might
      some do,
          but not all.
      
  You could,
      you may,
    but self-righteousness
       is another way to fall.
      
    The moralizing poet
      leaves no room
    for ambiguity
      and there is a certain
  promiscuity of thought
     that is just not needed
   for that which is written
       on the soul
   is most often heeded.

   The moralizer
     is the one who gets despised
     because no one wants to hear
    what they know already and fear.
   and so look for the grime
     in your own
         eye.

  Oh you who make the play
   and pay
         to put it on the screen
      to gleam
             and convey
    a truthful scene
     of how some souls 
  can wonder off
    into hallways of gold
  where 'truth' is bought or sold.
   But the underlying tale:
        a man loves a woman
 that woman loves . . . 

     When we just do a character sketch
    what more is there but the color of our own
                     stained glass sun-glasses
       which we are always putting on
            and wearing
                  walking around
      the board walk
           the Far Rockaways 
                 in the late day of August
          the party never ended
              until the sound of shotgun fire.
          Or was it the backfire from that roadster?
         They found a body on the highway?
                 Whose wife was it?

         The grime of the oil lot
    keeps the dust from rising.
           the man loves his wife
         who the other is despising.
       And let him think what he want
            what we learn 
                  what we forgot.
      Take the train
            back to Vermont
               and leave it to it's lot.

          Or would you have motored off
                 to  warn Jay?

               Did you get a call from his father
                       today?
         what do you think that you will say?

I got nothing more