Sunday, June 14, 2009

Prologue: Expiation

“I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.”
- DH Lawrence

Another story another page another question another something that rattles twenty almost twenty five years on. I can't read DH Lawrence without remembering when his material made me twitch.

Blame Facebook. I have to quote Jeff's comment on a posting of a long-ago video a few months back:

I always tiptoe around nostalgia; it so often seems a feeling that masks good judgement, and makes people attribute more importance to things than they deserve.

He won't get an argument from me. That said, if something felt vital at one point you're free to look at it later and try to figure out why.

When Travis asked exactly why I thought writing about Zelda was a good idea, I simply said that it struck me as an interesting story: an account of what happened and why did it take so long and why did it fade away and what didn't fade and so on. Plotting it out helped to quiet something in me, even if just the idea that putting something into prose provided perspective. Or a writing exercise. Or at least something other than a blank page.

The actual Lawrence twitch is long gone.

The impetus lingers somewhere between a shrug and a cringe decades later.

In absence of the picture, write about the empty frame. Right?

Snippets from a Facebook exchange:

Hey, I was thinking of writing about you in relation to DH Lawrence (it's a long story).

So a high school sort of Lady Chatterley's Fox, sort of thing?

If I get my thoughts together, what pseudonym do you want? And how often does one get asked THAT in this lifetime?

I'd be curious to see what pseudonym you came up with. I used to use Elora when I wrote porn. You'll show me when you're done, yes?

I'll show you when it's done.

Continued at Expiation: Part One


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