RE: Music is My Joy - Day 123 - Daily Haiku - and a Tribute to Tom Lehrer's Comic Genius
You're too much! Every post is packed so full of information, ideas, and fun anecdotes, I cannot even begin to respond. Every now and then, I'll see something we do NOT have in common. E.g., my dad got a free piano, and rather than pay for lessons for his five daughters, who attempted to play by ear or intuition but failed, he TORE APART the piano and hauled it out of the house.
And, LOL, here again we think alike: I am never bored because of the worlds inside my head, the fiction I imagine, or the stories I remember. You have songs to occupy your memory (I'd do fine in solitary confinement, because I'd simply spend my time replaying music in my mind, since I tend to live inside my head as it is. ;-) - but I have to confess, if put to the test, I might go mad pretty fast. Behind bars, with cement walls, in a small room? I'd rather be tossed into a cave in the woods and die sooner rather than later ...
LOL - I've put myself into "solitary" many times over the years.
I have always recognized -and honored - my need for alone time, even when friends and significant others haven't understood or honored the need.
So, while the deprivation of other people would be felt, on another level, I'd be fine with it, because for me, it is such familiar ground.
As I once told a close friend, a part of me wants to live in a remote lighthouse, where it's just me and the sea monster. And, as I said once in a poem, when the sea monster comes, I pray it finds the love it seeks. ;-)
Reference: "The Foghorn," by Ray Bradbury, which was my mothers all time favorite short story, and one of my top five. ;-)
Interestingly, the original name was "The Beast from Twenty Thousand Fathoms," but Bradbury hated the film adaptation so badly that he had his name removed from the film credits, and changed the name of his short story, so as not to be associated with the detested film. ;-)
I always loved Bradbury.
Wow, I love this reply (as always)! And I hope you fictionalize this: a part of me wants to live in a remote lighthouse, where it's just me and the sea monster. And, as I said once in a poem, when the sea monster comes, I pray it finds the love it seeks. ;-) - I love it!!
Solitude. I cherish it. For me, a cave, a cliff dwelling in a rocky canyon wall in desert country, with a spring nearby, with sun and wind as housekeepers, is my dream, but to be ALONE, I'd need lots of animal companions. That haiku about my spider and ladybug is a sign that I already spend too much time in isolation, seclusion, not inflicting myself on the society of other, and also walling myself from those "other" who find me to be an affliction. Chill, people. You are so rare, Cori, so forgiving, compassionate, and easy going, unlike a great number of people who are impatient and irate and obsessed with what's FAIR and what's coming to them and how dare anyone inconvenience them.... oh, and Ray Bradbury, I've got to read and re-read all the Bradbury!!!!
"You are so rare, Cori, so forgiving, compassionate, and easy going" . . . LOLOL!!!
I try to be, but you might have changed that opinion a couple of days ago, had you heard me railing on the phone first with Sprint, and then with HughesNet. Let's just say that I was something less than the kind, patient and forgiving self I strive to be. ;-)
That said, Marianne Williamson once said that, in the workplace, we should seek to be a blessing to those around us, and I took that to heart. So that is my goal, to be a blessing to those I come into contact with, even though, as a fallible human, I sometimes fail miserably at the task.
But, bottom line, we're all in this together, and whether you take in the sages of the major philosophies and religions, or the theoretical physicists, in the end it all comes down to one thing, literally: there is only, ever, one of us here.
Anything we do to or for others we are, by definition, doing to or for ourselves. So being nice benefits us every bit as much it benefits those we are being nice to, every time.
And being not-so-nice comes back to bite us. Every time.
As for fictionalizing my take on Bradbury, that hadn't occurred to me, but I could definitely have some fun with that.
Though Chris Moore kinda sorta got there first, with his "Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove," which I've always had a sneaking suspicion might have been inspired by Bradbury's "The Foghorn."
And if you haven't read it, you simply must; it is the second book in his Pine Cove trilogy, which are all hilarious, but I read it first, and it stands well on its own. His characterizations are fabulous and wonderful.