Long Ago, Far Away
Long Ago, Far Away
I have yet to even sit through the complete Narnia videos available, seemed like episodes of Sesame Street, and once Oscar and Big Bird go off camera, have this urge to start channel surfing, ... wait, is not that Cookie Monster playing that kid with the sweet tooth .... but nice blond on this infomercial... choices and consequences ...
Read some CS Lewis in the '70's, the short essays were memorable for the assorted nuggets (gold) or nuts (encapsulated moral factoids) that keep reappearing as your years' pages turn over and over and over.
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Read 'Gravity's Rainbow' in post mid '70's. Steady read over a number of, ..., days.
Was out of formal education's institutionalization and working poor. The only TV at the tavern down the street.
Reading was a starring entertainment, and not a supporting player. So maybe a week of afternoons and evenings.
Did not understand, then, why some were surprised that I had completed the read. So hearing others, now, soldier through is not new.
Long book, but pop fiction reads were getting longer and longer, compare Clavell's 'King Rat' to the dictionary sized 'Shogun'. Paid by the page.
Stream of consciousness? Had yet to try Joyce, that started in the '80's. Joyce was what English majors toted about after their block of Shakespeare got too heavy.
English lit? After listening to an LP version of 'Don Juan In Hell' (the 1951 dramatic reading with Charles-s Boyer + Laughten and Agnes Moorehead ),
was catching up on GBS.
Stream of consciousness? Seemed like peeling back layer after layer, less like leaps of context. The rambling wasn't an issue. The rambling became an attraction.
Streaming. The positive side of a manic cycling sine wave of the mind's world visualization.
Revelry. Some streams read like walking through a street festival (Bloom's Day), clash and collage of many sense/sensual medias. Keep going. More coming.
The 'supra - hero' Rocket-mensch is the narrative arch,that catches the leading attention, the fire and forget trajectory that fades into a final photo's memory capture.
That last evidence of existence says more about history and remembrance than can be comfortably conscious at it's initial crystallization.
4too
Long Ago, Far Away
SimpleMinded said:
I have yet to even sit through the complete Narnia videos available, seemed like episodes of Sesame Street, and once Oscar and Big Bird go off camera, have this urge to start channel surfing, ... wait, is not that Cookie Monster playing that kid with the sweet tooth .... but nice blond on this infomercial... choices and consequences ...
Read some CS Lewis in the '70's, the short essays were memorable for the assorted nuggets (gold) or nuts (encapsulated moral factoids) that keep reappearing as your years' pages turn over and over and over.
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Read 'Gravity's Rainbow' in post mid '70's. Steady read over a number of, ..., days.
Was out of formal education's institutionalization and working poor. The only TV at the tavern down the street.
Reading was a starring entertainment, and not a supporting player. So maybe a week of afternoons and evenings.
Did not understand, then, why some were surprised that I had completed the read. So hearing others, now, soldier through is not new.
Long book, but pop fiction reads were getting longer and longer, compare Clavell's 'King Rat' to the dictionary sized 'Shogun'. Paid by the page.
Stream of consciousness? Had yet to try Joyce, that started in the '80's. Joyce was what English majors toted about after their block of Shakespeare got too heavy.
English lit? After listening to an LP version of 'Don Juan In Hell' (the 1951 dramatic reading with Charles-s Boyer + Laughten and Agnes Moorehead ),
was catching up on GBS.
Stream of consciousness? Seemed like peeling back layer after layer, less like leaps of context. The rambling wasn't an issue. The rambling became an attraction.
Streaming. The positive side of a manic cycling sine wave of the mind's world visualization.
Revelry. Some streams read like walking through a street festival (Bloom's Day), clash and collage of many sense/sensual medias. Keep going. More coming.
The 'supra - hero' Rocket-mensch is the narrative arch,that catches the leading attention, the fire and forget trajectory that fades into a final photo's memory capture.
That last evidence of existence says more about history and remembrance than can be comfortably conscious at it's initial crystallization.
4too
