Monthly Archives: January 2017
Ok, so I’ve been considering how to channel Aragorn and it occurred to me that I need to answer some basic questions first:
- Where is the shire?
- And what exactly am I protecting it from?
- Who are the hobbits?
- Rivendell… how do I get there from here?
- Arwyn, who are you? Where are you? And how do you spell your name?
- What is the sword that was broken?
- Where do I find it?
- Who is going to reforge it for me?
- What is the quest?
- Where the heck is Frodo, anyway?
- Does this mean that I have to walk everywhere I go from now on?
- Or will I eventually get a horse to ride?
- Do I really have to put up with Boromir? Where is he anyway?
- Who are the bad guys?
- And Gandalf, where is he when you need him?
This year I watched the Lord of the Rings with my friend Daniel. We did an all day marathon… watched all three DVDs, one right after another, it was incredible! And I did my usual thing of thinking about “If the Lord of the Rings was my real life, which character am I portraying?” and it occurred to me that I have been working at being Theodin, King of the Rohirrim – which is better than Denethor by a long shot, so things are improving.
Then, we talked about who we would want to be… and Daniel suggested Aragorn. Well… Aragorn just happens to be my favorite character in that series. And, of course, I could never live up to his level of competence and strength of spirit. I’m was pretty sure on that score. But… the idea had a certain appeal.. it felt ambitious as hell.. so I decided to go for it.
And now… what is it… 45 days later… and I still haven’t a clue as to how to actually DO it. I think it might be part of the reason I’m so entranced by Tony Jaa. I’ve even been toying with the idea of enrolling in a martial arts class… and I might actually following through on it were it not for my current cash flow problems.
Recently, I’ve had a series of “shit happens” and fell into a funk… I was wondering yesterday, “What would Aragorn do?” And it occured to me that he would get his sorry ass out of bed at the crack of dawn and go take care of the “shit”. Then he’d bring home dinner, make sure the hobbits were safe, and take a nap (with one eye open). Later he’d sharpen his sword, and kill a few bad guys.
He wouldn’t be running in fear about money… he wouldn’t be tied to a job he didn’t like working for people who lack integrity… he wouldn’t mope around feeling sorry for himself and spend hours on the internet trying to make a MP3 play properly on a blog, (which no longer works, and so I substituted a YouTube video … in other words… he wouldn’t act like me! Not for one minute!
So then, I thought, OK, what if he came to my house what would he do? Well, he would tell me to “get a grip” and then he’d start putting the place in order, next thing you know it would all be “under control” and everyone (meaning me) would have a job to do and they would be doing it… and it would feel like there was a “plan” and a “purpose.”
Alrighty then.
If I didn’t have the flu…
and if I didn’t have to go to work sick…
because I have no money…
I might actually DO it…
Maybe I will do it!
I dunno.
Tomorrow?
Next week?
Ok, so I find myself in that dark familiar place that tends to haunt me most winters. And I thought I’d celebrate it with a song.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence
~The Sound Of Silence
P. Simon, 1964
I’m on ur tree of the damned meetin’ ur spider of a thousand torments.
iz not so gret, aktualy!
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