Mid-morning. Jill is here for the cleaning,
Carol is readying to leave as you have errands planned for the day. One is
going to AAA to get her luggage checked for the Jamaica trip – new rules. She
and Kim are getting excited about next week’s trip and Sharon and Gill’s
wedding. After that you can focus on the Colorado trip in August. – Amorella
1005 hours. We have taken trips
periodically since retirement and don’t regret a one of them. Carol has never been
to Colorado and I haven’t been there since 1960. Mostly it is about seeing
friends/family in sometimes wonderfully different settings along the way to and
from. That’s the way my memory reads it. So, shortly we will be off for the
morning and lunch.
Post. – Amorella
Later in the afternoon. You had writing
time before and after lunch at Smashburgers. Carol was reading the morning
paper while you were working on Dewdrop and in the process published October 1,
2, 3, 4, 5, 7 and 8, 2009 dates of edited metaphysical oriented dialogue
between you and me, the Amorella. Carol is out watering flowers as it may not
rain until Saturday. You were beginning to work on the Brothers Twelve segment
when it crashed. You had decided to reference the Blake quote from Chapter
Eleven – “Both read the Bible day and night. But thou readist the black when I
read the white.” - Amorella
You
have completed the near final draft of The Brothers – Twelve. Add and post. –
Amorella
***
The Brothers – 12 ©2016 rho, GMG.2
“I’ve been thinking about your book and I have a
proposition for you.”
Richard smiles, I couldn’t sleep last night so I
headed to the basement and found my old college paperback of Dante’s Inferno, John Ciardi’s translation.”
“Where is this leading?”
“I was struck by what you said about the shape of
Merlyn’s dream segments the other day. I tried to visualize such a segment and
came up with stair steps.”
“I need a reference Richie.”
“Merlyn is climbing out of his dream into the present
in a Grandma’s Story segment. He is
moving up through the DNA as Eve moved up through his DNA in the last chapter
of book one.”
“So you are saying Merlyn is consciously attempting
to get to the present time and unconsciously he tries by way of a lucid dream
moment.”
“Yeah, Rob.”
“Okay, Richie, is there any other Merlyn reference
that has a stair step analogy to it?”
I found a big one in one of Grandma’s early stories
in book one.”
Robert, “Hendrix?”
“No, Dante.”
“What does Dante have to do with anything?”
“Dante climbs down into Hell with the help of
Beatrice who symbolizes Love,” responds Richard, “and with the help of Virgil symbolizing
Reason.”
“And?” says Rob gruffly, thinking about how he never
finished The Divine Comedy.
“Virgil has to climb out. Once Dante reached the
Ninth Circle of Hell where the traitors were, he had to climb up through
Purgatory, then on through Paradise.”
“Isn’t that about where Grandma’s Story is?”
“In book two?”
“Yes, Richie. Merlyn has his lucid dream moment.”
I don’t remember what I write. That’s why I write it.”
“That was in the Grandma segment of chapter ten of
this book,” intones Robert. “Jeez, Richie, where’s your mind?”
.
Later,
Robert is sitting alone at the kitchen table with an empty cup of coffee. Connie’s
closed Bible sets at her place and it reminds him of Blake’s quotation: “Both read the Bible day and night. But thou readist the
black when I read the white.” Richard’s mind is the dream not his brain.
He has unconsciously split them in two separate entities. Freud and Jung were
speaking of the brain. The unconscious doesn’t know the difference.
People
wonder on the meaning of dreams. Robert’s lips raised a slight smile
automatically as he catches a connection. The mind understands things before
the brain is aware. Wit first springs from mind, then the humor rolls from the
tongue. It is the brain that is the mind’s shadow. DNA is a dimensional
connection to the human dream projector. Richie thinks Merlyn is climbing up
the text, that somehow Merlyn is inside him . . . like in that film Being John Malkovich, full of
imagination coming out of the actor’s head.
Robert
suddenly focuses on the white saucer and cup. Why is Connie using this for everyday
service? She is going to pass this china on to Jill. Why would she change her
mind? Does anyone really know why anyone really changes his mind? We don’t say,
‘I changed my thinking; we say, ‘I changed my mind.’ The brain might do the thinking,
but the mind does more and the center of Richie’s book is Merlyn’s mind, really
of course, his own. The mind writes but it is the brain that does the editing.
.
Richard
drives into the College Cemetery and sits silently in the car where the roads
cross. He stares at the front doors of the mausoleum surrounded by still white
snow domed by the distinctly clear February afternoon sky. It is hard to have
words, considers Richard, when pictures will do.
It
is more comfortable to sit in my study or in the public library to write,
thinks Richard, than to sit in the cemetery. Why do I come here to get away? Where’s
my mind anyway? It is not at my study, the public library or here at the
cemetery. I wonder where Merlyn’s mind is; the dead Merlyn not my fictional
one? With this, a once adolescent created poem flashes – every word from the
interior of Richard’s skull.
.
Wicked
thoughts plague at my twitching fingers,
and tip toe
they in a swirl about my head, thinking
Lucifer
ready to slither up from my shoulder blade.
Cold fog
and heavy mist and foul night
rule
Grendel-like on this barren stone in the heart,
the place
where running quickly is a way of Iife.
I focus my
mind on the stellar beauty of a quiet moonless night;
but slippery
whisperings abound, suggesting I stay up
until I find
some delightful way of ripping the stars out one by one. (798 w.)
.
This
is not who I am today. Why then does memory root out these ancient unforgotten words?
2006 hours.
We ate out of the refrigerator tonight and watched NBC and ABC News as well as
two “Property Brothers”. No more TV tonight. I am feeling rejuvenated after
working on two projects today. Tomorrow I am working on Brothers – 13, then,
once that is completed, the Brothers – 14 segment. After that the plan is to do
the remaining Grandma segments or the remaining Pouch segments. I haven’t
decided which to do first. Once those are completed it will be time to do the
three remaining Dead segments, which, of course, will be from scratch.
Sounds like a plan boy. Also, we can also
work on Dewdrop along the way. Perhaps so that when the book is finished we
will be into 2010 on Dewdrop. – Amorella
2027 hours. This is fine with me,
Amorella. A different set of objectives will change the routine. I will
certainly feel more personally satisfied once GMG.2 is completed. As for other
projects I’ve recently considered they’ll go on the back burner for now. Fortunately
for me I am still alive to continue writing.
Post. - Amorella
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