Tuesday, April 26, 2011

pulp fiction

There's this passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is The Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been saying that shit for years. And if you heard it, that meant your ass. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this morning made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking, maybe it means you're the evil man, and I'm the righteous man, and Mr. 9 millimeter here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is, you're the weak, and I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd.

...I wanna watch it again! The first time I saw it I didn't think it was all that great, but there's a few things from the movie that have been stuck in my head. So I'll watch it again. And also maybe parts of Kill Bill that aren't completely sickening because the script man. The script.

I've written just a little bit over the past week, and it's been drama, I think I might give it a shot. It's like poetry with effect except the effect can be diluted. I know, poetry/drama is a stupid-sounding comparison. But when you're jumping across mediums you do see similarities. I've got a lot of dramatic dialogue in my notebook but nowhere to put it into. Maybe I'll model a story. Maybe I won't, and write a single-scene dramatic-effect kind of thing.

I feel very tired right now, even though I had coffee when I got home after rowing.


damn it, I was supposed to have a page for poems on this blog. It is still not here.


I read The Glass Menagerie today. I think the short story Williams wrote is better as a medium for describing the, well, story. But drama's another format so can you really expect it to encompass all that prose does? I don't know. I feel that some important parts of the story couldn't be communicated through a play. 

While I was reading the play I kept connecting with Tom, even though he was being cruel. I get him. He's got two opposites tearing him apart and holding him together at the same time. He just wants some peace, he just wants to do what he likes to do. Really, how difficult is that to grant to someone? Apparently it can be quite difficult. What a life, man.

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