Sunday, January 04, 2009
This Completion Thing
My favorite line to ever usher forth from William Hurt's lips in a movie is from The Big Chill. Playing a brilliant, drug-addicted loser, he interviews himself in a camcorder, a sort of Spalding Grey homage and he says, "I'm not hung up on this completion thing." Unfortunately, I am and have been spending much of my convalescence editing chapter upon chapter of my memoir. I don't mind revision, but the tedium of sentence after sentence where mistakes have come home to die does wear the mind a bit. The constant strain of looking in the mirror of one's text and thinking, how could I have fucked that up?
And as much as one is desperate to hurry the process, it resists any attempts at speed. Organic is not a word I ever want to hear except when it comes to writing, and I suppose that one must endure the organic nature of the task. I think of snakes shedding their skins or butterflies emerging from a cocoon. It's awfully dark in there and maybe they think they're dying before they become something beautiful and wholly different.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I sing to the realists; people who accept it like it is." Aretha Franklin
Drinking movie suggestion: Slumdog Millionaire
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday! I have some e-mail that I need to answer -- tomorrow is the day! Thanks for all happy wishes!