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bluerains said:
an interesting image written as if one became the river...reminds me of an
old Doc Watson tune...
s years are passing by
Silence becomes your friend
You see the world in a different way
Don't be afraid of getting old
Life's still full of joy
And the beauty of the past is rejoicing your mind
When days are getting short
And winter comes along
Your life slows down and down
Like a river is getting wide
The worlds have lost their voice
You remember your morning flowing to the endless sea
When days are getting short
And winter comes along
Your life slows down and down
Like a river is getting wide
The worlds have lost their voice
You remember your morning flowing to the endless sea
Life's like a river in the mountain
Life's like a sea without end
Life's like a river in the mountain
Life's like a sea without end
Life's like a river in the mountain
Life's like a sea without

someone told me once ..***** was like a river..its currents strong and weak...
it bends and changes coarse and if one is only running with the river
one must run as fast or slow as the river...if one should become the river
the all life flows through and you are the river....enjoyed the painting...sigh...blue:rose:
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a stray thought a few minutes ago: most people didn't appear interested in the river ice dances. For one, most were in cars, driving over the bridge. Of course I commit the sin of assumption if I guess that few of those in their cars gave more than a casual glance at the ice, or if they did, they did not find themselves absorbed in a metaphorical interpretation. Hell, I'd have to admit the scene had never caught me like it did that afternoon. And I doubt I would have won many sympathies if I'd told someone - or the wrong someone - about how fascinating it was to watch the ice come down the river and wouldn't it be great if we could approach life in a similar way: just go with what we have and pay no mind to what or who or whether we crash or are crashed, whether we plunge ahead or get knocked back a bit... or if some of us could not benefit from taking on the same sort of approach to the writing of poetics and proses, just let come what comes and let it go and let the next wave come as it comes and let that and those go... no, I suspect few would appreciate or even agree.

but it is very attractive still... life would be easier and fun I think. but then...?
 
unpredictablebijou said:
No no no no!

What was it? I must know.

bj
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ah of course you do. that was the plan.

uh, to start up a new support group/thread: No More Mister Nice Guy

Nice people learn the secrets of assholes... because it sometimes seems it's the assholes of the world who have it made.
 
But it wouldn't really work. Many reasons. It would have to be done in super secrecy.

But I just thought - just now! - this last minute, that it would make a heck of a movie, dark comedy. More I think of it just now... oh it'd be a great movie. Think of it.
 
Gladly give the great Alice Cooper credit for the title and of course the song would be the major soundtrack. Great song.
 
If Chris Farley was still around he'd be a great lead character. Can't think of who else at the moment. Then you'd have the fun of casting the academy faculty. Steve Martin definitely.

Bah! Quit it. back to reality...
 
But here's what'll happen bj (see what you did? You know you brought this upon yourself:heart:)

Someone will stumble onto this. A real asshole. An asshole with the right connections. They'll say, hey that would make a great movie!

They'll get it rolling, film it, sell it, it'll be a smash, and they'll take all the credit, not to mention the millions and the limos.

Watch and see.

Okay, back to the present... the barber story... which suddenly seems rather... oh, can't think of the word. You know...
 
And Jon Lovitz! Have to put him in the cast somewhere. Either way, enrollee or instructor...
I stop now. Working on the barber story...
 
And... throw in some undiscovered talents, from which their careers would skyrocket. They'd point to that movie as the turning point.

Really... stop. Stop... stop.
 
Granted, the whole nice guy/asshole theme was visited in the Nutty Professor... but this focus would be on the process, of a whole group. Like, cadets. Cross Police Academy (the first one, which as usual they should've stopped with) with The Nutty Professor... Sorta... and of course the girl... gotta have the girl. Saves the lead character at the very end. He's just about to graduate, a hair away from going into the arms of assholism, but turns back at the last second, because of the girl.

Okay, really, no more... done... stop. Barber story... barber story...
 
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Well I forgot about the Lit application. That was the original idea, yes, but not any specific souls in mind. Just a general feeling, envying the assholes of the world. What must it be like to go through life without scruples? Without ever saying Excuse me or sorry or worrying if you might have hurt someone's feelings without intending to... stuff like that.

But then really... thought about the movie that will never be made but should be. I can see it now. On the screen. Tears would flood the world from all the laughter.

Before all that I was working on a story, but now the thing, the story, is approachable, but is much less interesting than the movie that will never be made, being it is distant, but can't get it off my head.
 
and like the rest, this will enjoy prominence until the next idea comes along. and none become complete. that might be the appeal of poetry, you can focus on a smaller region and feel like you can finish something.

but you know what would be The Life? To just sit around and pitch ideas and general sketches: movies, shows, magazines, commercials, landscapes, housing, etc, etc... let others work out the details. Get credited in the small print and in an inconspicuous place. Enjoy relative obscurity but to know you generate wheels of good things. Wow, that'd be It.

Well. No more of that. Must do something in the real world. After a good cry... :) Not really... or just a little. a comical-tragic cry. Yeah.
 
I've had one or two good ideas knicked over the years after I spouted out about them I still have a wonderful one in my head for aeroplanes but I'm keeping my mouth shut about it. Don't suppose I could ever do anything with it but I am blowed if anyone else will either lol
 
about a year and half ago I had the idea that this town could use a courier service. I even asked around to make sure and no one said they did. So I go ahh, filling a need. Yeah. Even came up with a pretty good name. Got sidetracked, got doubts, it fell away. I go downtown the other day, and what do I see? Guess. Just guess. Yep. A car. Emblazoned with the name of a courier service.

but that's the danger, Annie. I never learn. Never ever learn. Because you get excited. Talk it all out. The excitement dies down. But someone else heard it and they didn't talk it out. They took it and made it. Again. And Again. Now I'm really gonna go cry... and there's a song... for someone out there to record. And snag a grammy. :)
 
Clearly you need an Asshole character in the barber story. Then you can multi-task and get everything done at once.

And I totally dare you to start that thread. It sounds like an interesting discussion.

bj
 
Well here's the problem: the nearer the possibility of reality the less interesting. The Asshole Academy movie idea is far away so it occupies top level interest. The barber story is a reworking of an old idea, hopefully better, adding more tension, hopefully, no certainties, and it is closer but requires actual mental exertion. So it's less immediately interesting. the thread could be begun in a jiffy. But it's kind of lost luster/lustre. So confusing.


But you know what? You're right, there is no bad guy in the barber story. Needs one. Unless... do you think tension and struggle itself can supply the bad guy element?



Hey I think this is all your fault. May I blame you?
:heart:
 
I'm definitely blaming you for the idea I just had. Just fucking now. Two literal countable minutes ago. I think it supercedes all else. Ohhh... it's good. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ah!

But I ain't tellin this one. Nope. Nope. No. No ma'am. No how... No. No. No. Stop. Go. Bye. Oh it's good. And doable. Stop.
 
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