A Simple Complication

If it wasn't for writing, I'd be running down the street, tossing grenades into peoples' faces.

Monday, September 19, 2005

More Salinger

I happen to know, possibly none better, that an ecstatically happy writing person is often a totally draining type to have around.

Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)

Seymour once said, on the air, when he was eleven, that the thing he loved best in the Bible was the word WATCH!

Let him come out of this a trifle high. But what kind of high? High, I think, like someone you love coming up on the porch, grinning, grinning, after three hard sets of tennis, victorious tennis, to ask you if you saw that last shot he made. Yes. Oui.

One of the thousand reasons I quit going to the theatre when I was about twenty was that I resented like hell filing out of the theatre just because some playwright was forever slamming down his silly curtain.

All we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next.

--Seymour - An Introduction

1 Comments:

  • At 12:30 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hi Sis, I'm always interested to hear what's on your mind and in your heart. I love you and miss you like crazy. Can we talk soon? Holding you close in my heart today. Love, Laura

     

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