I’d have loved to be in the room with these two during this interview.
Although let’s recall that I nearly crumbled after reading that Wes and Jason Schwartzman lived together for a while in Paris, backed by Wes’ idea to “write a movie about three brothers in India. That’s kind of all I have right now, but the three of us [WA/JS/RC] will get together every night and we’ll tell our stories. It will be the most personal thing we could possibly make – let’s try to make it even too personal.”
And the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.
-T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
I’ll be back, soon. Summer has slipped away and fall has snuck in and a (my) new year begins tomorrow. There’s so much that’s happened, and so much to share; what better time than now, to start chipping away at the mountain of stories and photos and books and films and restaurants and moments I’ve been writing and seeing and reading and experiencing and storing up, keeping to myself. Ditching perfection and plans, this time around. We’ll see where this thing goes.
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
May 25: On the way home from that late-night run I wrote about. The mix of city and nature available on even a short 5-mile run is such a treat…love the ability to transition from dodging cabs/having your tunes drowned out by blaring sirens and horns, to dodging trees and stones and piles of sand/hearing little else but the sound of your own heavy breath, all in a matter of minutes.
*May 26: an amazing cake from an amazing bakery *May 27: en route to a great night out *May 28: rooftop drinks *May 29: girl’s night out *May 30: rooftop cookout *May 31: vacation day (also day 1 of Infinite Jest)
For those of you who don’t already know, I’m taking another creative writing workshop this summer. Aside from weekly reading assignments and discussions, peer workshops (a very rough draft of a story I’m working on was critiqued (and complimented) last night), and general lessons on craft, we are typically asked to complete a writing exercise for each class. Last night’s exercise: create a “full” story in 55 words. This turned out to be more difficult than it sounded, but the assignment provided an excellent opportunity to really think about what makes a story, to think about plot, and character, and beginnings and middles and endings. I wrote a few examples for class and thought I’d share one here:
I held my daughter by her bony shoulders and told her the one thing that everyone should hear: you were meant for amazing things. A mass of birds took flight above us, their white bodies and gray wings working furiously. The mass moved together, fighting against the wind, rising and diving as one. Like that?
Is it a story? I’m not sure. Truth be told, it’s a moment from a longer story I started writing a few months ago. But condensing that story to a 55 word scene, a single moment, helped me determine what it was really about, which elements and details were essential, etc. Good stuff. More to come.
A few more Onekama pictures. Slightly obsessed with this Polaroid-esque iPhone app…which came in handy a few times over the course of the week, when cameras were left behind and blurred white edges made everything look pretty darn cool. Now if I could only figure out how to un-overlap posted pictures…sigh. (Just click to see full-size, if need be.)