Mid-morning. You had breakfast, a cup of
shredded wheat and cinnamon, with skim milk, a banana with peanut butter spread
topside and a very small glass orange juice for a pill chaser, and you read the
Sunday paper. You have been playing laser tag with Jadah for some time now. Kim
just called with the boys wishing her a happy mother’s day. Carol is laughing
with the joy of the new memory of the occasion. The sun is out, lawn mowers are
running but the rain is coming out of Indiana shortly according to the
forecasters. – Amorella
1008
hours. Carol is still chatting.
You are at Pine Hill Lakes Park and Carol is
on her walk. The clouds are mostly away for the moment and the sun is shining
through what moisture is up there. You remain honest boy for all intents and
purposes. You are most comfortable in the shadows as you are now. – Amorella
1215 hours. I wonder if I have run out of things to say. I
don’t know why the books are as they are but they are the way I like them. It
is the best way for me to express what is within. When I think on metaphysics I
lean closest towards William Blake at least from what I know about the man.
Let’s go through Wikipedia Offline and I
will give emphasis in bold on what best you relate to the writer and artist
from my perspective.
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1223
hours. The above is long and I would be somewhat embarrassed to have you bold
what my connections might be. I don’t mean to compare myself to the man and if
I do have a few of his attributes I don’t wish to explore them because it is
not who I am.
How about I edit the work and let it go at
that? – Amorella
Editing sounds more reasonable, at least for the moment.
(1226)
1245
hours. Let’s delete this. I really have nothing in common with William Blake. I
wish I did. I don’t really have anything in common with Henry David Thoreau
either, but I wish I did.
You
are in the shade at the park along the Little Miami to the right off the east
end of Socialville-Foster Road. You had your Subway picnic. Carol is on page
147 of Don’t Let Go. You are wondering. –
Amorella
1402 hours. I am wondering why I am such a romantic.
Imagine, what was I thinking that I was like either Thoreau or Blake. I am a
transcendentalist; that is about the only connection. Now I have to look that
up; perhaps I am not that either. I am a combination of notions and
consequences of notions, i.e. fiction. – I re-read its ‘definition’ in Wikipedia
Offline. I have put this on the blog before. No need to repeat. I am a
transcendentalist. Much to the dismay of the late Nathaniel Hawthorne Edgar
Allen Poe who felt:
** **
Criticism
Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote a novel, The Blithedale Romance (1852),
satirizing the movement, and based it on his experiences at Brook Farm, a
short-lived utopian community founded on transcendental principles. Edgar Allan
Poe wrote a story, “Never Bet the Devil Your Head”, in which he embedded
elements of deep dislike for transcendentalism, calling its followers
"Frogpondians" after the pond on Boston Common. The narrator
ridiculed their writings by calling them "metaphor-run" lapsing into
"mysticism for mysticism's sake" and called it a "disease".
The story specifically mentions the movement and its flagship journal The
Dial, though Poe denied that he had any specific targets.
In Poe's essay "The Philosophy of Composition"
he offers criticism denouncing "the excess of the suggested meaning . . . which
turns into prose (and that of the very flattest kind) the so-called poetry of
the so-called transcendentalists."
Selected from Wikipedia Offline - transcendentalism
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You see direct evidence of what you do. You
know better. Hawthorne and Poe are dead, and they do/did not know you; yet you
infer as such by writing, “Much to the dismay,” above. – Amorella
1424 hours. Indeed. I didn’t mean it literally but you are
right. I personalize – I relate other people’s writing to myself because when I
read it I see the author’s mind across from my own and make her or him real
enough so that I can be engaged in her or his thoughts. And, as such I try to
see things from her or his point of view. In doing so I confuse who is who in
the process. I know better but “Much to the dismay,” is a Freudian slip of
sorts. Actually, I don’t know what I can do about it other than to be more
aware that this is a condition of mine, probably originally a way for me to
remain engaged in what I am reading. I do so in the blog from time to time
making allusion to Hawthorne’s friend, Herman Melville whose Moby Dick; Captain Ahab and the great white
whale I refer to; dropping myself into Ahab’s line of thought. No romantic
idealism there, that’s for sure; no Frogpondian thinking, right, Starbuck? O
that wretched whale. We catch him in a fair and pleasant day in April or I be
damned trying. What you say to that, Starbuck? (1440)
This is an example of over excessive
dramatic imagination, boy, nothing more. You would rather be mad; then you
think, ‘I might find something to say.’ – Amorella
Such thoughts do not go so deep Amorella, but they exist.
What would I gain from madness? Once I lose my reason I am nothing, I have no
keel. Strong turbulent waters are in this world, and first I need a deep keel
to keep afloat, sails down I await which way the wind blows then decide a
course. As you say, I am no Captain Ahab or Melville either. I am no one else. (1447) I should be editing chapter
seventeen.
Go to it, boy. Carol is on page 176 the
start of a new chapter. – Amorella
Mid-afternoon.
You are home but may leave again for an ice cream. You finished the first
segment of chapter sixteen before leaving the small park by the river. Carol
has been showing you the flowers and other plants leafing and blooming around
the house. She is content with working such horticultural matters. – Amorella
You
were off for an errand, Graeters and then Kroger’s on Mason-Montgomery Road.
Carol had black cherry chocolate chip and you a mint chocolate chip with a
dollop of hot fudge, both in kids’ cups. - Amorella
You
watched a few more regular cable shows, and you are slowly catching up on your
entertainment agenda. Carol just finished one of her programs and is heading
upstairs. You are going to watch last Friday’s “Grimm” then call it a night.
And, you also completed the final drafting for chapter seventeen; the only
thing left is to transfer it onto the Page document. – Amorella
2154 hours. It is not so late. I will watch “Grimm”. We
watched the last “Believe” and a couple of “This Old House” programs tonight. I
feel good that I worked through chapter seventeen. We are getting closer to the
magical chapter twenty-one. Then I can better think more on ebook publication.
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