RIP George Romero. 1978’s Martin is one of his finest—and most overlooked—films.
Author: L.E. Hansen
Rain Blessings
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Imagine sleeping in that bed of windows and rain. Reading maybe. Dozing and dreaming.
Sometimes rain is the sweetest gift we can have of a day.
And sometimes we don’t know why we didn’t bring our umbrella.
Yet remember the days when we asked if we could go out and splash through the running water flooding the street gutters?
Was that when our worlds were small and long ago?
Or was it a different neighborhood?
And The Modes Have It!
And here we have the Modes so noted. (Yes, couldn’t resist.) However, I had never heard of them before. But I did leave music school years ago, and the refresher training a few years back. And I have never been one for the technical side of it. Looking up the definition didn’t help much. There are modes in math also, which makes sense. In the end though, I’ll leave this behind and not carry it with me. It’s enough sometimes, to know that something exists.
Just A Little Thought For Now
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Dying For An Award
Denis Johnson
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The obituaries for the novelist and poet Denis Johnson, who died in May at age 67, mentioned his National Book Award, his many rave reviews, his almost saintly status as “a writer’s writer’s writer.” Now he is collecting another prestigious accolade. He’ll be awarded a posthumous prize on September 2, as part of the National Book Festival in Washington. It’s the award from the Library of Congress of its annual Prize for American Fiction.
I always wonder. Does it matter to the creator of art when he receives an award after he has left this plane of existence? It might, I suppose, depending upon one’s view of the after life. I personally don’t think so. I think that any belief—or none—would grant a level of something, a something else, that would remove any earthly desires. It’s sort of the equivalent of winning a million dollars without the ability to spend it. Yet it is nice for those left behind. They get to know that their loved one mattered. That it mattered in a way that counted for him. His journey here is noted. I figure that’s good stuff.
