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I'm always a little bit shocked when I see a title that I thought up being used by someone else. Well, these things happen by coincidence. I have a short story that I wrote probably 15 years ago titled "The Tallest Tree in the Forest". That title is also used by another work by Paul Robson. I do have a link to a poem that I wrote which references this phrase, from 2008. directly below I reproduce this draft from 6 years ago.


  Snap the finger
    snap the bubblewrap
   snap snap snap

      down on the face of your pain
  (no job)
     inside the bubble wrap thoughts
   (to put out forest fires)
       and near by those 'tallest tree
                  in the forest' 
            creations of light and love
      (to place pain in the past and
 face a brighter future)

      I can hear you and your neighsaying
   as a nagging voice that haunts me

"   Maybe be no job is what you need to
           make you move to the next place
            that you ahve to be
     Maybe you wrap yourself too hard 
           inside your bubble thoughts
                  and don't let the 
          reaction of natural human
               affection take its course
       but instead try to save it (in bubble wrap)
   but it won't be saved like that.
     Maybe the light is what is burning you
      and you need to damp it down, make it less, let the twilight come, and
    diminishing into darkness which is not a methaphor for lack (of God)."

   But if this is a methaphor 
     for lack of God, this dark,
    this lonely
      then I don't want it.

    Oh, no, little squacker,
      the separation is needed
   to let you see the difference.


    Ah, but that is hopeful.
      and you can't have that.
   see why I have to move on?

Well, title's can't be copyrighted. Not that the story is that great. It was an idea, that there would be this one single tree that would be bigger than all of the others. But you'd never really know which one it was because sometimes trees grow in a hollow. So how do you know? Do you just look for the tallest tree and then go climb it? People look for these things. In my concept of the tallest tree in the forest, the tallest tree was not an allegory for an exceptional person. It was more an allegory for an impossible quest. How do you know? Trees are always growing, maybe another tree grows faster?

The other title that I've seen that is also a title of a story of mine is 'Deep Water'. My story: there is a secret cave down inside an Island in Lake Champlaign. Inside of that, in deep water, there is a . . . I'm not giving a spoiler here. But basically the deep water is the water of Lake Champlain at certain parts where it is really deep. Of course, the term 'deep water' is in the Psalms, well, techically they say 'deep waters'. And so, since terms used in Psalms have over two thousand years of use in literature, 'deep water' is an allegory to the depths of a person's soul. Deep waters: the depths of many people's souls. It is also meaning many other things too, such as the incomprehensible things that remain hidden and unknown down in the depths of the sea. But also, for my story, it's called Deep Water because Lake Champlain is very deep

Each of these stories is incomplete. The story Deep Water is far more developed than the one The Tallest Tree in the Forest. Neither of these uncompleted stories has ever been published.

The way I wrote back then was so scattered. I have very many notebooks filled with these kinds of stories. In the last ten years I have done most of my writing on a computer so I've been far more productive. One less step: typing it in. My draft is already typed in. But that does give rise to maybe just having too much content. I decided that I didn't care: how can there be too much? Ask any editor and he/she will tellya mister, but let me tell you too, that concision works better for the mass audience.

The deep water concept is one that I would like to work on. The tallest tree concept, I've abandoned it. The story was a little bit dark. It involved someone being . . . lost in the forst after having been abandoned there by a . . . bad person. So why go back to it? It was a dark concept that I was channeling. I liked the idea of being out in the middle of the forest, in the case it would have been a huge tract of Massachusetts forest, a fictional place, totally made up in my mind.

In Deep Water, also, I made up the idea of the hollow Island, with a cave way down in it under the water and a secret lagoon that you can't see from the air, hence it is unknown. But I imagined just where it would be, and how it would be like to be there as a scuba diver. So this story would be one with beautiful graphical aspects for a movie. My concept for Tallest tree in the forest was darkness, not good for a movie, someone being lost in the woods as a survivor, almost magical now.

I'd been reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez at the time. Also Jerzy Kusinki. I would recommend Marquez to anyone now, Kuzinski I'd recommend with a caveot: his stories are always dark and with a pessimissm that some people confuse as being useful, too dark for me, and leads people to dark conclusions about life, people, government, and power. In one of Kuzinski's books he has the protagonist lead his step parents out into the sea so that they kept swept away by the tide, so he can be done with them. They had . . . alledgely been the ones who . . . spoiler not given out. Kuzinski is worth a read, but I find I like to make things more magical in a good sense. Marquez, well he was such an illumination for me! He really brought me to a happy place.

And there was a story that he wrote that wasn't supposed to be released, but people figured out that he had written it. It was a brillient expose called 'Diary of a Shipwrecked sailor.' This is from news reportage that Mr. Marquez did while he was still a cub (a young writer) and it resulted in him having to leave Columbia and go hide out in France. No kidding. It's a brillient piece of writing, but also an interesting story in itself, how he wrote this innocently and then it revealed things about the illegal activities of powerful people.

Imagine that, from being a political exhile to being someone newly arrived in Heaven (I'm being corny, I know). Gabriel Garcia Marquez was very old but he will still be greatly missed.

RIP Gabriel Garcia Marquez





 you never knew some one
   till he was dead
 he can't turn your world
    on your head.


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March 30, 2014



All Year

and till the end of time

Celebrate the arriving Christ in everyone!




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Love Love Love. When I think of the man that is what I feel, and a sense of a great big hole that got filled up in Heaven. Hey: Love in those places that you said. Love in that foreign land. Love everywhere. Fill the hole in your heart.



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    Praise the Lord!

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  If there were love
    in a time of solitude
         for a hundred years
     a shipwreaked sailor
      hullcinates about petal fall
     in Barrenquilla
 postage and old boats and unrequited love,
       magic,
 being forced off of ancestoral lands
     driven to the mosquito haven wetlands
    and a sense the world is always magic, first.
It's only when people are disconnected
           that they loose sight
   of what should be obvious.

    the magic of ordinary things.
   loving ordinary people with passion
       that goes beyond what is called ordinary.

  Oh, the memories of the great stories that he wrote.
        how will the world go on with out him?
  with magic and ascension.
 prayer, faith, devotion.
      what some see as magic, 
         to others is just the ordinary result
 of common passion
    to be expected
 from an uncommonly talented writer
   not afraid to be real
  by keeping it all mystical.


        
 
                
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