Tesi

The Barefoot Author

Walking Gently Where This World and Imagination Meet


Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts

wonderful disguise

Published by Tesi under on Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Through the curtains the daylight crept
I looked at my lover as she slept
and as I watched her face I wept...
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

As I was driving into town
the guy in the next car turned around
and as I met his gaze I found
it was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

Outside the museum I was addressed
by a blind man in his pants and vest
I was most impressed
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

Fat woman, standing in a queue
Her hat, shoes, coat and gloves were blue
and when she turned around I knew
it was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

I came home and halfway up the stair
a drunk was tearing out his hair
You should have heard him scream and swear
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

The President was on the News at Ten
looking like he could use a friend
and then I looked again
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

Stood in front of the mirror all alone,
examined my features skin and bone,
looked at this face I've always known
It was a wonderful disguise
It was a wonderful disguise

--Mike Scott, The Waterboys

Why we create.

Published by Tesi under , , on Thursday, June 03, 2010
I received a letter, recently, from Linford Detweiler. Half of the husband/wife duo who make up Over the Rhine (if you haven't heard their music before, you should stop reading what I have to say--RIGHT NOW--and go look them up), Linford's letters are something that I look forward to with anticipation, then usually don't read for weeks after they come, because I know they're going to be SO amazing, SO beautiful, SO inspiring, that I have to read them at just the right time.

This one was no different.

Linford and Karin are making a new album soon and, consequently, they've been thinking about why they make music. Why create art at all? Visual, written, melodic--all of us who make art must, I believe, step back every so often and think about WHY we create, WHY we work in our chosen medium, WHY we don't just stop pouring our hearts into an image that will probably be misunderstood anyway and instead spend our days watching Soaps.

This is what Linford had to say about it.

"If we leave our songs alone, they call to us until we come back to where we belong."

Mmmm. How many of us answer the question "Why do you write?" with "Because I have to."? I think this is the best reason for writing, and also (in the worst times) the only reason we have left. Because the writing draws us. Because it calls, Siren-like, and we cannot ignore its voice.

Linford goes on, "When we live in the sweet spot of that calling, it gives others (you?) permission to discover the sweet spot of your own calling and live there."

I write because I have to. Because it calls me. Because when I don't, nothing about my life is quite right. Because I know I'm not living in that sweet spot of my own calling if I'm not crafting Story. Because making story is a part of my own story. And I hope that, somehow, my living in my calling draws someone else to live in theirs.

Also, Linford says, creating can grow from loss.

"When we put loved ones in the ground, we find that we lose interest in acquiring stuff. We know we can't take it with us when we go. No, it's not about acquiring, rather it's about what we are able to leave behind. That's what gives life meaning: doing work that you can leave behind, your personal token of gratitude to the world in return for the gift of getting to be alive in it."

What will you leave behind? What is your token of gratitude? Many people create, love and leave children who become good people. What a beautiful gift. Others leave songs. Music. Photographs. Paintings. Sculpture. Story. A memory of great pie and a listening ear. Whatever it is that you have to give, whatever it is you're called to leave behind--do that until you're done. Leave something beautiful. Leave something real.

And don't forget to ask yourself, from time to time, why it is that you're creating, anyway.

Seeing Stories

Published by Tesi under on Friday, May 21, 2010

I found the most amazing piece of art the other day. Beautiful. I rounded a corner on my way to somewhere and there it was in my path, stopping me as efficiently as a crossing guard in the middle of the street, herding children to safety.

Only this piece was herding stories, and I stood there staring, open-eyed in awe. With no annoyed motorist behind me to honk and hurry me on my way, there's no telling how long I might have stayed had I not remembered that I was on my way to somewhere, and had better get along. I snuck back later, however, to take cell phone pictures so that you could be a part of these stories too.

It's a large, this story-piece; stretching farther than I can reach with both arms outspread, rising over my head so that I have to stand far back to see all of it. It's one of those pieces that you want to touch, trace your fingers over the words in hopes of picking up some of the emotion that was poured into its creation, of capturing some of the hope, some of the wisdom, some of the pain.

Each bit is a story. Each square holds a life that I want to hear, learn, pour into my own life.


"I won't waste any time looking back."
"Creative."
"I dream of making a difference, no matter how small."
"I want to make peace with my past."
"I'm terrified of forgetting."
"I want to inspire."
"I have made mistakes."
"I will always take chances."
"I wish I was a tree."

















Story strikes at the most unexpected times. It ambushes us in the most unanticipated places. The middle of a work day. A ten second flash somewhere in a movie. A card-board sign with a hand-written message scrawled across it. A love note spray painted across an overpass. A Facebook status. They are all lives. Stories. People with things to tell the world. Are you listening?















Will you find yourself in someone else's story? Are you willing to look?
















There are lots of big stories out there. Many that are easy to see. The trick is in seeing the small ones. The way a letter is scratched into clay. The shift of the eyes that change the whole story. The piece of a person's past that altered everything. The tone of a person's laugh. The way we are all, in the end, a part of each other's story.




















The way all of our stories, together, make up the most beautiful picture ever.


 

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