Writing isn't just about the affirmations, although those are good, it's also about honing the craft. Thanks for taking the time to dig a little deeper.
Today's my day for surprises, Gina. I didn't expect to be reading a review of this particular movie, much less a concise analysis of the storyline by a viewer. Freddy is suave in his felt hat, and Barbara embodies the role flawlessly. It's ironic that a womanizing Wilder would resonate with author Cain's characterizations of women. I suppose it also speaks to the time when the movie was made. Chandler's superlative writing talents were intregal to the success of the moview, imo.
Wow Chris. There's a lot here to get your head around. I have some thoughts on how this essay could be made more universal, but this is the 75 GP review.
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Capitalism/conspicuous consumption corrupts, absolute capitalism/conspicuous consumption corrupts all. Self indulgence makes it all workable. You have an outstanding message here. A clever ending, too. Unfortunately you are speaking to the lemmings. Eventually, necessity is going to make uncomfortable bedfellows, (best case scenario) or civilization as we know it today will collapse. We could conceivably beat out own nature by stumbling into the technological leap required to go among the stars. The resources out there are limitless.......or at least we can't see the cliff yet.
I'm glad I perservered in reading this. I'm often disconcerted by the ecstatic utterances surrounding belief. We have things we can agree on. Communing with the Holy Spirit (your term) is an emotional experience that trancends the mundane. There is often no rational explanation for the method that triggers the event. More is continually revealed.
This is an interesting scenario. You've written some creative visuals, and those familiar with dream states might find a meaningful interpretation of your story. I'm a little puzzled by the perspective. I would have thought first person narrative would be more engaging to the reader. Perhaps you meant this to be meditative in nature, in which case "you" would be appropriate. Thanks for sharing it with us!
Meased to pleat you. I've not bathed in the limpid pools of flash, nor eyed the other bathers more than casually. The pope would say, more a splashing while standing at the edge, no less holy a baptism.
I see Beckett's influence in your writing. I often wonder when the avant heads declare the last of the post modernists, if the notion of the future escapes them. Your work is eclectic, and visually tactile. I enjoyed reading it, although I wonder how broad an audience you might have.
Were you an 03 fackin eleven? I've had a peek at some of your stuff, and thought I'd share some "thinkin" with you. My rating's not about craft, (If you *must* have some writing advice, I'd be happy to do so privately.) it's about your message. I think it's an important one.
Many of our brothers in arms come back with the feeling there's nothing left to lose. That's a dangerous place to be in. In the WW's soldiers came back to families who for the most part helped them integrate back into society. A certain percentage still self-destructed, but quietly.
Nam was a different kettle of fish. Drugs could easily become a way of coping with the unexplainable and sudden s***storm all around you. Many didn't want to go in the first place, and they didn't get a "hero's welcome" when they returned. The "core" family concept was quickly becoming a thing of the past, and the VA's attitude was if the government wanted you to be fu'd up they'd have issued you some.
Now we've got Iraq and Afghanistan. How are these kids coping? Who's helping them I wonder? How long will it be before they are the final casualties in a war we just had to win. How long before we can't "afford" to pay for their care?
Drugs aren't the answer. It might be the longest and hardest fight you've ever been in. Surrender is not an option. You speak to that eloquently. Thanks for being a voice of reason on whatever path brought you to where you are today.
"wonder whether you would change a single lick,
now that you are finally
high enough to see."
Dead heads will tell you, they never played the same tune the same way twice. They'll also tell you it's hard to remember the specifics over the experience.
Notes from a Vnam vet- (Not gonna rate on form, just comment on content)
We don't often choose our wounds wisely. This one won't heal until the last vet dies. What have "we" as a nation learned? Not much evidently, as evidenced by Iraq and Afghanistan. I would tell the fathers to hug their sons, and not send them on a fool's errand.
I'm not sure how to respond to this essay. It's interesting and sincere, but I disagree with some of what you say. I'm not going to debate the content, as it is your opinion and you are entitled to it. I'll just make a couple observations and then be on my way.
Schools are not the problem. Teachers are not the problem. Parents are. Societally speaking, we are in the position we are in because of the collapse of the core family unit. Adults have, by and large, abrogated the responsibility of teaching the fostering of independant thought, values, and self discipline to the school system. I would use you as an example. You seemed to have turned out all right, in spite of the liberal conspiricy. Somewhere along the line, you got a different message. There are others like you. Perhaps there's hope, yes?
What I hear you saying is that you would like more people to agree with your way of thinking.
liberally yours-
jules
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