1976, a “girl” (25), Kathryne, loses a love, Gary (27), because the boy returned to a doctoral program (already half-finished) a continent away, as she’s beginning hers. The passion of mental growth in the life of each separately causes them to reconcile to time. He was supposed to return, but didn’t. Decades later, each one’s partner died, but neither knew that about the other. So it goes.
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Thursday, March 15, 2012
sunrise, sunset, winter, spring
1976, a “girl” (25), Kathryne, loses a love, Gary (27), because the boy returned to a doctoral program (already half-finished) a continent away, as she’s beginning hers. The passion of mental growth in the life of each separately causes them to reconcile to time. He was supposed to return, but didn’t. Decades later, each one’s partner died, but neither knew that about the other. So it goes.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
writing for writing
“But now, I just want to get back to what I love,” I ended Thursday
(“ sunrise, sunset,...”).
He seems resolute.
I am. Yet, what I love is too much to distill into something both cogently fair to the love and brief (one would hope).
In particular, intending to write a good long posting today drew itself
into a skeletal mitosis by late afternoon that could be fleshed out as
at-least-nine essays.
That’s good—but not practical.
However, I could turn out a focused essay quickly, if I had an imposed
deadline.
But given free time, I thoroughly enjoy the mental heights. I do know to stop when there’s need—to transpose ongoing elation into a promise of future time I make room for, in terms of points in my garden (themes, notes, allusions, resources) that would be obscure to anyone else, but which work for me.
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