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Apr. 3rd, 2012
Got To Live
Apr. 3rd, 2012 10:09 am“A character in a novel has got to live, or it is nothing. We, likewise, in life have got to live, or we are nothing.”
-- D.H. Lawrence, from the essay “Why the Novel Matters”
I was going to say it is easier to make a fictional character live since one’s imagination is unconstrained, but then it occurred to me, as one who has sometimes tried to write fiction, that it is not so easy to give even a fictional character a life. And if one has that much trouble making a character on paper live, it is little wonder that one should have such difficulty in real life, in which the constraints are so much more binding. But I take the main point to be that you have to have a little imagination to begin with, and then you can try to make stuff happen. Though, in my own case, I am only likely to end up back in my room with even fewer contacts, if not worse off, in a hospital or even in jail.
-- D.H. Lawrence, from the essay “Why the Novel Matters”
I was going to say it is easier to make a fictional character live since one’s imagination is unconstrained, but then it occurred to me, as one who has sometimes tried to write fiction, that it is not so easy to give even a fictional character a life. And if one has that much trouble making a character on paper live, it is little wonder that one should have such difficulty in real life, in which the constraints are so much more binding. But I take the main point to be that you have to have a little imagination to begin with, and then you can try to make stuff happen. Though, in my own case, I am only likely to end up back in my room with even fewer contacts, if not worse off, in a hospital or even in jail.
the elephant ears
Apr. 3rd, 2012 03:31 pmNow that the elephant ears are close to knee-high, they don’t look so pretty. So densely crowded. If only Mother knew a little more about what she was doing when she first planted them. Tomorrow’s trash day, and I am tempted to pull out a couple of pods to get at the root of the problem, if I can find some steel for my spine.
Hamlet (2,2) A Note
Apr. 3rd, 2012 05:08 pmBefore going on with the remainder of the scene, let us take a break and take in Marvin Rosenberg’s commentary.
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The moment Hamlet hears of the players, he begins to change, from deep within and spreading out through his whole being: like a man who has waited a long time to act, and now perhaps sees a chance to spring to it. Rosencrantz will report to Claudius that there did seem in [Hamlet] a kind of joy - a truly Hamletian ambiguity: the melancholy suddenly leavened by images of acting, memories, expectations, and perhaps even this soon (masked from the spies) an intuition, if not a full-fledged vision, of a direction toward revenge so desperately sought. [...] If the Mousetrap has not yet come to Hamlet’s consciousness, perhaps the bloody speech he will ask for is ready to be called up. Subtextually at least the tension has been growing in him since he entered. Though his plans may only just be seeding, his whole person is coming alive with incipient action. We actor-readers may sense the full polyphony of Hamlet’s kind of joy.
-- Marvin Rosenberg, “The Masks of Hamlet”
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After two aimless months have passed since Hamlet saw the ghost and took up the charge of vengeance, lost and plodding and acting deranged and even perhaps flirting with true dissipation and madness, Hamlet now sees his way forward with these theater players, how he can overcome his doubts about the ghost and his father’s death.
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The moment Hamlet hears of the players, he begins to change, from deep within and spreading out through his whole being: like a man who has waited a long time to act, and now perhaps sees a chance to spring to it. Rosencrantz will report to Claudius that there did seem in [Hamlet] a kind of joy - a truly Hamletian ambiguity: the melancholy suddenly leavened by images of acting, memories, expectations, and perhaps even this soon (masked from the spies) an intuition, if not a full-fledged vision, of a direction toward revenge so desperately sought. [...] If the Mousetrap has not yet come to Hamlet’s consciousness, perhaps the bloody speech he will ask for is ready to be called up. Subtextually at least the tension has been growing in him since he entered. Though his plans may only just be seeding, his whole person is coming alive with incipient action. We actor-readers may sense the full polyphony of Hamlet’s kind of joy.
-- Marvin Rosenberg, “The Masks of Hamlet”
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After two aimless months have passed since Hamlet saw the ghost and took up the charge of vengeance, lost and plodding and acting deranged and even perhaps flirting with true dissipation and madness, Hamlet now sees his way forward with these theater players, how he can overcome his doubts about the ghost and his father’s death.
a blurty day
Apr. 3rd, 2012 08:55 pmMaybe I just happen to be in a blurty mood, but I have decided that I wanted a new regimen by which some days would become blurty days, and I ultimately decided on one in four days.
Instead of relying on picking a card, I found, and found easily, a website that gives us random numbers. So, when I come to the computer in the morning and log into my accounts, I will take my one in four chance to see if that day will be a blurty day, in which I record just about every thought or observation that makes a blip on my radar, except for my news harvesting and show-blogging in general, posting, as in the days of old, about twenty tweety-blurty entries for the day.
Since I have been eager to do this, I am just making tomorrow a blurty day by force of will, and I am starting tonight, to give myself a running start.
I know it sounds like another passing lame-brain notion that will be long forgotten before the end of April, but we shall see.
The crux: I feel like blurting-tweeting more, but I need more of a nudge. This random one-in-four-days mechanism, albeit a little awkward, may do the trick. It is only a couple of more easy clicks in the morning.
As for the question of frequency, I know I don't want everyday to be a blurty day. I am busy enough with my book-blogging, frankly speaking. I can adjust the frequency easily as we go, but once every four days sounds like a good rate to start with.
Instead of relying on picking a card, I found, and found easily, a website that gives us random numbers. So, when I come to the computer in the morning and log into my accounts, I will take my one in four chance to see if that day will be a blurty day, in which I record just about every thought or observation that makes a blip on my radar, except for my news harvesting and show-blogging in general, posting, as in the days of old, about twenty tweety-blurty entries for the day.
Since I have been eager to do this, I am just making tomorrow a blurty day by force of will, and I am starting tonight, to give myself a running start.
I know it sounds like another passing lame-brain notion that will be long forgotten before the end of April, but we shall see.
The crux: I feel like blurting-tweeting more, but I need more of a nudge. This random one-in-four-days mechanism, albeit a little awkward, may do the trick. It is only a couple of more easy clicks in the morning.
As for the question of frequency, I know I don't want everyday to be a blurty day. I am busy enough with my book-blogging, frankly speaking. I can adjust the frequency easily as we go, but once every four days sounds like a good rate to start with.
bugs slamming into the screen
Apr. 3rd, 2012 09:15 pmWith the summery weather I can hear the bugs slamming into the screen, drawn by the light in the night, trying to get inside.
So, I take a break for a few minutes, get up from the computer and shut off the light.
I have already started to be more careful about opening the sliding door in the kitchen. The cats make this more of a challenge. I mainly have to hope that Pop will coninue to leave the cats ingress and egress to me.
But, yeah, summer has pretty much begun as a practical matter, uggh.
So, I take a break for a few minutes, get up from the computer and shut off the light.
I have already started to be more careful about opening the sliding door in the kitchen. The cats make this more of a challenge. I mainly have to hope that Pop will coninue to leave the cats ingress and egress to me.
But, yeah, summer has pretty much begun as a practical matter, uggh.
Ooops, came out dry after going through Sully's blog. I have come to like having a post in the queue for eight in the morning, which makes for a great start to the blogging day. But it's no big deal. My few readers probably appreciate a few less posts from me. If I don't find anything shiny on my Internet travels, so be it.