Ramblings on a busy day
Meanings
I just got an email from a friend who is now based in Ireland. She is a nun who tells me in all her emails that God is good and that I should never be afraid to let go because when I die I wouldn’t be able to bring with me even a toothpick. These things are always said with humor but the truth behind the thoughts are eternal.
Incidentally, in one of those chats at some quiet corners after series of “harassing” days, I got into an exchange with this friend or that on the two types of people who have the ability to survive any trying situation. The philosopher is one and the poet is the other. The former explains the meaning of anything. Cockroaches have significance. Germs, viruses, terrorism, traffic, bad days – all these have significance in the way one’s life moves; in the way a country moves. Poets too can survive any inhumanity including those at concentration camps because poets can give meaning to anything. Nothing as seemingly meaningless as dust or dung can escape the scrutiny for meaning by the poet.
What would life be like without people who can articulate meanings through sounds and scenes that are soothing or otherwise?
On a busy day, it’s like I’m running here and there upside down. Can you imagine me running on my head by the roadside? How could I do this if there were no wild flowers on the road or the sound of dusk and mothers’ lullabies?
When one is in the middle of a writer’s block, one can only ramble. I’m in that state now. I can only write reports, concept papers, position papers , minutes, manifestos or any of those dry and stiff statements about the economic, political or cultural dimensions of everyday….in stale statements…literature in a hurry…..phraseologies that by their nature of being alongside technical writing do not need to capture the color and texture of dawn and dusk. A writer’s block is like a benign growth in the body of a writer’s soul. It is not deadly but it makes a writer powerless over words.
A movie clip entitled "Life" sent to me by a friend was edifying and soothing at a time when there was this sense of aridity in me.Here's the movie clip. Please search through Yahoo using Internet Explorer. Sorry that the movie can't be embedded here. Here's the link: http://www.greatdanepromilitary.com/Life/index.htm
Comments
AUTHORHi Cris,
Like the pouring rain....I like this line you use. Thanks for dropping by.
france
I'd have you rambling anytime than listen to your silence for silence is not as heavy with meaning virtually as it is when you actually can touch it like the pouring rain.
ramble on! :D
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Thanks for dropping by, Melody. The pressures of everyday work sometimes suck off the literary juices that would have been just there inside us.
I do experience the same thing too. Nice hub, francia.
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Hi Elena,
It's always a good day when you drop by!
About "benign growth" a metaphor for Writer's Block: I just came from the hospital, you know, and the term the doctor used on the "growth" on my left forefinger was "benign growth". It was removed. It was just a minor operation. The "growth" was "benign" as opposed to "malignant" but I am told to be watchful because this growth is an aggressive one which means that even if it has been removed, it could spread. So I take preventive measures.
I used "benign growth" to refer to writer's block because if a writer is in a state when s/he can't create/ paint with words, it's as if s/he has a "benign growth" that stops him/her temporarily from writing well. In the case of my finger, I am not able to play the guitar or the bandurria for many months now. Thus the metaphor of the the "benign growth".
Hey francia! Enjoyed the ramblings and the meanings :-) Your definition of writer's block, "benign growth in the body of a writer’s soul", made me think. On one hand, I find it an apt analogy, but on the other hand I can't see the "block" as a growth, bening or otherwise, more like a hole, an absence of ... what? Interest? Clarity? Ideas? Meaning? I don't know, I never thought much of it before, but I'm certainly going to think about it now :)
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What a generous comment at a time when there's a desert around me! Thanks, Brenda.
Your eyes ooze intelligence, as do your hubs, now I am going to listen to Lion King .... Circle of Life
It is a long time since I watched that..... the animal kindgom are always potrayed in these kind of films, as uniting and helping the young and ones not so strong...... it was the same message in ice age 3 yesterday..... aw thanks for that..x
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Hi sixtyorso,
You make me feel good about my present "powerlessness" over words! It's good to have friends here. Thanks for dropping by.
If this is rambling I can't wait for the hub!
Great work great musing!
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Thanks, dianacharles, for finding time to read my ramblings.
some reflective ramblings there. made me stop and think. Thanks
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Hi Jill,
Wow, assuring words! Thanks for dropping by.
Ramblings are good therapy for writer's block. You came out with a hub, so you don't have writer's block. Ha ha ha.
Thanks for sharing your ramblings. They're good!
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Hi Kelley,
Your comment inspires me. Thanks for dropping by!
Very nicely done, Francia!
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