Thursday, March 11, 2010
I worked in a dark room once, one of my first jobs at a newspaper. I didn't have a clue what I was doing which wasn't anything new in those days. A precedent, you might say, started when I was in first grade and was instructed to fold a grocery bag. All the other kids were folding their bags while I watched, fluffing my in a vain effort to look as though I knew what I was doing. Again, this problem resurfaced when we had tamales for lunch; I didn't realize they were wrapped in paper and subsequently ate the tamale, paper in all, not knowing any better until I saw all the dead soldiers on the other kid's plates. Not a good moment. But the dark room was a solitary humiliation; I ruined a lot of pictures. Even so, I loved the moment when you could see what was starting to appear on the negative. Like a Polaroid, the image didn't appear all at once.
I suppose this applies to the writing life or all of life really. We prophesy in part. Hindsight, that evil bitch that lives to haunt us, is always ever so twenty/twenty. Famous last words -- it seemed like a good idea at the time. Or as Hank used to say, You knew the assignment was dangerous when you took it. (He mostly said this to guys who complained about dating me. Awesome.) But even so, I have a nostalgia for the days when everything wasn't so instant. Which, of course, is totally satisfied by writing. Nothing instant about that process! And when you process all the negatives, you still must bring it to the light.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"If I knew what the picture was going to be like I wouldn’t make it. It was almost like it was made already.. the challenge is more about trying to make what you can’t think of." Cindy Sherman
Drinking jewelry suggestion:
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Thursday! Must agree with Heff -- Feldman is the more annoying of the two Coreys. Please send lots of love to my buddy Mark, aka The Walking Man. I'm not at liberty to say more, but there you have it!