Stealing a line from my buddy Tidy's last post, that he stole from Four Weddings and a Funeral, that they stole from W.H. Aulden. Pack up the Moon and dismantle the Sun. Today is non-heroic, and I searched high and low. A few contenders presented themselves, and maybe on a happier day, having a nice rack a la Sarah Chalke would get you hero status. However, not today. Today, while being a quite pretty day, is not the day that blonde hair, and a perky role in an American sit-com gets you on the big board of heroes. All is far from being lost, but it just is not one of those days. Perhaps, I am just lazy, and have taken on a project that is too much for my limited skill set. After rereading yesterday's sub par attempt, I almost threw the whole project overboard as being too difficult. I was actually all set to admit my failure at keeping this farce going for another 300 plus days, when I wandered over to Tidy's website, and read his post (here is the link http://tideliar.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-very-fat-and-very-rude.html). I encourage you to wander over yourself, and give it a read. Pure genius it is, and I know he had no clue the effect it would have on me, but sometimes pure genius is like that. That is why it is genius, hard to explain, and hard to understand, but bloody fantastic when you see it in motion. That is what a hero should be, and no Tidy is not my hero of the day. It isn't his birthday, and he is still a pigeon chested Englishman, but he has helped me understand that I should continue this little foray into literature. For that is what happens to heroes, they struggle onward, like Sisyphus pushing that rock up that hill for all eternity. Sometimes the rock is all you have, and push it you must. That is why when a hero dies, or falls from grace we feel like Aulden, and want the world to pack up the moon, and dismantle the sun. We believe that all is lost, and we just want to crawl away, drink ourselves into oblivion. Oblivion will find us all soon enough, heroes, villains, postmen, police, and Indian chiefs are all headed to the same oblivion whether they know it or not. However, the trick is that when oblivion is the final stop, the thing that begins to matter is the trip. Sometimes how we get there, and who we help, harm, or inspire along the way is our own way of being heroes. All that being said for the second time this month, no one is my hero of the day.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Dismantle the Sun
Stealing a line from my buddy Tidy's last post, that he stole from Four Weddings and a Funeral, that they stole from W.H. Aulden. Pack up the Moon and dismantle the Sun. Today is non-heroic, and I searched high and low. A few contenders presented themselves, and maybe on a happier day, having a nice rack a la Sarah Chalke would get you hero status. However, not today. Today, while being a quite pretty day, is not the day that blonde hair, and a perky role in an American sit-com gets you on the big board of heroes. All is far from being lost, but it just is not one of those days. Perhaps, I am just lazy, and have taken on a project that is too much for my limited skill set. After rereading yesterday's sub par attempt, I almost threw the whole project overboard as being too difficult. I was actually all set to admit my failure at keeping this farce going for another 300 plus days, when I wandered over to Tidy's website, and read his post (here is the link http://tideliar.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-very-fat-and-very-rude.html). I encourage you to wander over yourself, and give it a read. Pure genius it is, and I know he had no clue the effect it would have on me, but sometimes pure genius is like that. That is why it is genius, hard to explain, and hard to understand, but bloody fantastic when you see it in motion. That is what a hero should be, and no Tidy is not my hero of the day. It isn't his birthday, and he is still a pigeon chested Englishman, but he has helped me understand that I should continue this little foray into literature. For that is what happens to heroes, they struggle onward, like Sisyphus pushing that rock up that hill for all eternity. Sometimes the rock is all you have, and push it you must. That is why when a hero dies, or falls from grace we feel like Aulden, and want the world to pack up the moon, and dismantle the sun. We believe that all is lost, and we just want to crawl away, drink ourselves into oblivion. Oblivion will find us all soon enough, heroes, villains, postmen, police, and Indian chiefs are all headed to the same oblivion whether they know it or not. However, the trick is that when oblivion is the final stop, the thing that begins to matter is the trip. Sometimes how we get there, and who we help, harm, or inspire along the way is our own way of being heroes. All that being said for the second time this month, no one is my hero of the day.
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Thanks. And my pleasure.
when oblivion is the final stop, the thing that begins to matter is the trip. Sometimes how we get there, and who we help, harm, or inspire along the way is our own way of being heroes.
Exactly my thoughts.
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