Dang good thing I saw the Willie special on tv now once before. Reading, writing, and preparing for another danged legal meetin’ tomorrow.
Read Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac today and will have a separate posting on it in conjunction with Barthes’ S/Z, but it brought something around to me; I like the diversity of style and era in mixing the readings of a century. While I’m interested now in writing short story in various mediums, therefore I suppose, contemporary writing is of great importance, I learn from the old as much or more as from the new. All new is based on old, and even as I watch Willie, I see from where he came, and how he changes with the time. He explores, pushes the limits and goes beyond and tries new things. But there he is, driving around Abbot, Texas where he was born.
Circles are constant and never deadended. Circles are spirals when circles are let free to fly.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
You know, the Anasazi were enamoured of the spiral. Have you read the writings of Ellen Meloy or Terry Tempest Williams? I bet you would like them…
Circles are spirals set free… wow – too deep for a Saturday. 😉
Just got on Amazon and checked these two authors out. While I’m leaning towards Meloy’s The Last Cheater’s Waltz, I’m wondering if you would suggest a better place to start? They do sound intrigueing, though I read little non-fiction lately.
Mark, in looking over the post, I’m thinking it should have read, spirals are circles set free. I’m trying to get back to that place in my mind that had me word it the opposite instead.