What’s the significance of words strung together like gleaming pearls lassoed around your neck.
…a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
I roll them around my head like a handful of marbles in my right hand, glassy, smooth, and manufactured in absolute perfection. My Marbles. Mine.
As Firth read Thomas Wolfe’s passage, it was lightning, an electric current, the body shivering from a forced seizure.
I grabbed the remote control to pause the streaming. There was Firth, in the frozen frame, holding the pages of the manuscript, waiting patiently for me to catch my breath, to digest the words.
Yet there’s been no digestion. I float down a slow moving river that loops, bathing in the beauty of the words, the rhythm of the passage and the mystery of their meaning.
…a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
What unfound door?
What forgotten faces?
Notes:
- Related Post: a stone, a leaf, an unfound door
- Photo: Thank you Carol @ Radiating Blossom
- Post inspired by another conversation in the movie Genius where Thomas Wolfe confides in F. Scott Fitzgerald about his doubts regarding his legacy:
Thomas Wolfe: Who better to talk to than the man who created something immortal. More and more I trouble myself with that. ‘The Legacy.’ Will anyone care about Thomas Wolfe in 100 years? Ten years?
F. Scott Fitzgerald: When I was young I asked myself that question every day. Now, I ask myself, “Can I write one good sentence?”
words are pearls
sentence a string
turn and let it hang
down like a link
eyes do watch
head turn wink
gotcha! Mr 🙂
thoughts you think
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That’s it. And it hangs!
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🙂
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What forgotten face? What unfounded door? And yes, those questions echo in one’s head…perhaps arriving one unsuspecting moment, with an answer..
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That’s it Mimi. Yes.
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all we have is now.
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Great thoughts, and the photo…even better ! ☺
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Thank you Van. Me too!
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I’m hooked and wonder what will come to the surface.
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Smiling. I wonder too Peg!
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Second cup of coffee already poured. This one? Stronger. Darker. Aromatic boldness. Whew!
Show me your face, and damn it just open the door…
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I love the pace and the strength in these words Raye. And the close, STRONG.
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Two, maybe three time I felt the same way about a strand of words in your writing David, and other writers as well.
In writing or other forms of expression I frequently come across what stops me in my tracks.
Then I decided they either all leave secrets in their art on purpose, or unintentionally a layer of something of different significance to different people.
Don’t know! But I like the mystery.
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Thank you Sawsan. Not sure I like the mystery (yet) but I get lost in the words…
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I think the more I practice living in the present moment 🙂 The less chance I have to miss those doors and those faces. Great writing.
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Yes…so true Karen.
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Bathing in the beauty of your words, the rhythm of the passage and the mystery of their meaning. Yes.
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Awwww. You made my day. Thank you Helen.
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Love your writing, David… 🙂
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Thank you Carol. Means a lot to me.
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Lovely, Peals like words don’t lie on the beach, you have to dive and have grit to get them.
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Thank you Mimi. Grit. Love that description. Agree…
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Most times I can digest your posts with the ease of pudding. This creative addition, though, has me thinking and re-reading. More like pasta. Whole wheat, of course. Harder to digest, better for you. Thanks for this gem.
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And this, your words, thoughtful that they are, keep me so inspired. Thank you Claudia. Your comment, friendship and “followership” means a lot to me.
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“If any man shall hear my voice and open to me the door, I will come in to him and will sup with him: and he with me.”
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O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
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Beautiful. 🙂
The answer is a word. The Word. He waits for you to answer, now and always, wherever you are, with the patience of deepest love.
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It is beautiful. What a talent he was.
Yes. Word. That’s it Sarah. That’s it.
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