Saturday, November 26, 2011

Was Sisyphus Happy?


Was Sisyphus Happy?

He was condemned to heave a
huge round stone up a hill
only to have it 
roll back down thunderously,
over and over again.

 In Albert Camus' essay.


The Myth of Sisyphus

Camus writes: 

“The struggle itself toward the heights
is enough to fill a man's heart.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy."

~~~


Rollo May’s interpretation in his book
The Cry For Myth, writes,
“For Sisyphus is a creative person
who even tried to erase death.
He never gives up but always is devoted to
creating a better kind of life;
he is a model of a hero who presses on
in spire of his or her despair.
Without such capacity to confront despair
we would not have had Beethoven
or Rembrandt or Michaelangelo
or Dante or Goethe or any others of the
great figures in the development of culture.”

~~~~~

May’s interpretation inspires me
and makes me feel like I’m not so alone
in writing songs, especially when they
 may never be heard.
Yet, composing music out of despair
gives my life meaning.


I see from this journal entry
 I was once again
 disappointed
but continuing to create.

 Here's a new
YouTube Creation.
I took some photos of my art attempts.

I’ve Waited So Long For That Day
is The song behind
Blue Tomato Creations
I wrote that song thinking of
what someone would sing if they’d won
the American Idol Contest.

(opening lyrics)
I’ve waited so long for this day,
It seemed so far away,
I’ve found a place where I belong
Someone to hear my song
Someone to hear my song.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

HOW THEN SHALL I LIVE?


Thoughts at Thanksgiving


I have been aware for ever so long

of my mortality.

I don’t mean lately,

I mean since I was thirty.

Knowing I Shall die,

how then shall I live,

and what will I do

 with my one wild and precious life?

I will take photos from inside my bedroom

and outside

to remember this red dogwood in Autumn

to remember the lavender verbena

I will make an arrangement from

fallen coleus leaves

And be grateful for my life

especially at Thanksgiving

for the friends who support me

who cheer me on.

~ ~ ~ 

And I will be grateful, too, for one special person,

Steve Jobs



for his attention to detail and design

for his incredible life.

He is an inspiration

because owning a MacBook

has made all my talents

come to life.

~~~ 

Lastly,


The Prologue

 to the Memoir I’m writing

speaks to this theme

How Then Shall I Live?

~ ~ ~
"Confessions of a Blue Tomato"

Back in 1946, to me, the American Dream

was about being a hero of some kind.

I was sure, if you were a boy,

 you had to do some kind of feat.

Lindbergh flying across the Atlantic.

Get a Purple Heart.

Work your way up from the mailroom,

climbing some kind of ladder of success.

And if you were a girl . . . well,

I mostly knew what I didn’t want to do,

like be a teacher or nurse or secretary

and what’s left then?

How could you prove your worth?

Silently, I dreamed of being tapped on the shoulder

by a Hollywood Director,

at a lunch counter

in a white angora sweater.

I kept those dreams during my

Betty Crocker Years

~~~

In my mid 30’s I had a great fear,

 that I would be dead at 40.

That fear led to my making changes in my life,

 like getting a divorce.

~~~

As I neared 50

 I believed my life line indicated

 I was going to die at 55.

I was so disturbed by that,

I made changes in my life again.

 This time it led to walking out a corporate door

with no early retirement

no severance package.

I was 52.

I believed I could live off my savings.

~~~

I have come to know

 those fears were coming from my instinctual self,

 from the wise, intuiting woman

 in the knowing cave

  where the bones reside.

I was right to have heeded.

~~~

Gradually I began to relax

 to sense the rest of my life

 on the tip of my tongue, so to speak.

I had a great sense that my life

 had five distinct parts

and that the last part

would be the best,

if only I could manage to get there

 and discover what was around

 that last bend.
This book is that story!
~~~

and this blog is part of that story, too

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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Once Upon A Garden

The wonderful thing about

taking photos of the Spring garden

is that you can set it to music

and watch it as the leaves fall


in Autumn.


I’m taking a break from writing every day,

and finishing a garden video


I started earlier.


If I didn't garden, I wouldn't have

poems and lyrics come to me.

I set the Spring Garden photos

to a song I composed

for the Musical: Silent Dreams


SILENT DREAMS is a
musical-within-a-musical,

 set in 1955, near Broadway.

It revolves around the death of a long time

boarding house resident, Nedra Valova,

who played piano for the Silent Movies.

She leaves a diary revealing an affair with Valentino.

~~~

It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye

(lyrics)
           
 WHEN I THINK OF YOU,
I REMEMBER
 THE GIFT OF YOUR LOVE,
AND THE WARMTH OF YOUR SMILE,
IT’S SO HARD TO SAY GOOD BYE,
THE ECHO OF YOUR LOVE,
LINGERS ON
 IN THIS SONG,
REMEMBERING THE TIMES
 THAT WE SHARED.
YOU ALWAYS GAVE ME HOPE
FOR MY DREAMS,
AND LISTENED TO MY SCHEMES,
AND YOU LOVED ME
JUST THE WAY THAT I WAS,
A LONELY SOUL,
NOT A DAY GOES BY,
THAT I DON’T WONDER WHY,
YOU BLESSED MY LIFE
WITH YOUR LOVE,
YOU LEFT US WITH SUCH SADNESS,
 IT’S SO HARD NOT TO CRY,
IT’S SO VERY HARD
 TO SAY, GOODBYE.
So now, view my Spring 2011 garden.

and listen to the piano solo


It's So Hard To Say Goodbye.







ONCE UPON A GARDEN


~~~


(if you can't access it here you can
hear it on the you tube videos at the
top of this blog)

stay tuned . . .
~~~