Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Spendor in the Grass

Do you find that your days are sandwiched in by these two periods of longing? Daybreak when you're hit by the void of what you're going to do with the blank page or canvas and evening by when you haven’t gotten any feedback about your efforts. Of course, asking for a one day turn around is a little ambitious. Even Churchill didn’t expect that with his first volume of memoirs Triumph and Tragedy. The question is how to handle these down periods. Playing the waiting game is no fun. Every ping of the computer promises the anticipated message that turns out to be an add for Jet Blue, Spectrum, Optimum or Sirius FM, offering you another unwanted playlist, or even worse Equinox, reminding you it's time to renew your gym membership. In fact, there are lots of false hopes which may bring back the memory of those hopeless high school romances in which the girl or guy finally gave you the bad news that they just wanted to be friends. Most galleristas and editors in publishing houses don’t wish to be friends either so there’s unlikely to be any grail awaiting you at the end of your crusade. Turns out it was better to be an aspirational teenager with all of life ahead—despite the pain of the romantic agony. In the meanwhile, if you have any friends left at this late date in life, their likely telling you to let go and let G-D or just let go. Jargonistas are filled with spiritual drivel which you may weary of hearing. At the end of Elia Kazan's Splendor in the Grass, these famous lines from Wordsworth's "Intimations of Immortality" are invoked:  "Though nothing can bring back the hour/ Of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower..." 

Read "The Church of Shit: All Welcome" by Francis Levy, HuffPost


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