Friday, February 24, 2017

The other hand clapping


Heaven forgive me, after years away from them, I’ve been looking at some of my old books — I mean those I’ve written — and finding them good. Novel, poems, stories, journal entries. Somehow, I had grown accustomed to the idea that they’re nothing special, that they’re marred by flaws, and while the latter, especially, is true, I find in most cases the flaws are endearing, so naïve and innocent they are, even as they stand as irrefutable evidence of immaturity and faulty thinking. But as I look at them now, I’m glad they’re part of the record, so to speak — I say so to speak, because few have read them, and possibly even fewer ever will, but that’s a small matter, if not the smallest of all. I’m happy. I lived them. I know what went into them, and how, despite various self-induced difficulties, they came about. At the same time, I’ve let them go. Like my children, they’re alive in the world. What else?



6 comments:

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Thank you! Having published six books of poetry (mostly unread and marred by flaws), it's good to know I'm not alone in the world.

Gary

P.S. They never noticed William Blake until after he was dead either.

William Michaelian said...

Yes, and I’m as worried about it as he is. I’m glad I wrote them, that’s all I know. They needed to be written, and I needed to write them. I’m glad you wrote yours, too. The rest? Pleasure, friendship, the joy of taking off and putting on our shoes. Thanks, Gary.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Thank you, William. You have no idea how much you have added to my life.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

So let me add something to yours: type in Dueling Banjos and watch the original video from Deliverance. If that doesn't make you smile, nothing will.

William Michaelian said...

Ha! Dueling Banjos and Deliverance. I won’t type them in, but your mention does take me back, to the time when the movie was new and I walked out of the theater in disgust. I wonder if that’s what I’d do today. Well, I suppose I’ll never find out. And just so you know, I am smiling.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

The movie is horrible! I also hated it. But the scene where the so-called 'disabled' kid smokes 'em with his banjo is priceless. (Good song, too).