Tuesday, January 06, 2009

HOW IT WORKS

"We keep what we have only by giving it away"
NA Literature

This is partly why I am telling my story.
But mostly I think because:
Our stories all deserve to be told…does no good to keep them all to ourselves all the time.
I find a lot of clarity in the telling, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, and sometimes a whole new perspective too, just for having written it.
Hard to take credit for things that just happened by accident. I never meant to be whatever it is I’ve become.

What would I save my story for?
Sainthood?
Virginity?
A seat in the Senate?
My Golden Years?

“The most important things are the hardest to say.
They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish them, words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when brought out.
But its more than that, isn’t it?
The most important things lie too close to where you’re secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.
And you may make revelations that cost you dearly, with a lump in your throat so big you can barely say it, only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you have said at all or even why you said it.
That’s the worst I think, when the secret stays locked within, not for want of a teller, but for lack of an understanding ear.”
stephen king, author


So I have to give three cheers to all you understanding listeners out there.
Makes it easy to seem so brave.

9 comments:

Waiter Extraordinaire said...

Only by telling now , that after we are gone the story can continue.
Great stuff bulletholes.

Angela said...

Right on, Steve. Whatever you have on your mind, feel free to share it. We love you unconditionally.

cornbread hell said...

is that from his (sober) book on writing? the only s king book i've ever read...damn good stuff.

angela, is that the royal we?

bulletholes said...

Cornbread- its from an early work called "Different Seasons" and is the peamble to one of the stories....I can't remember which one. i think it was what later became "Stand By Me" but i can't stand by that.
Try 'Hearts in Atlantis"....it gets me everytime.

Thanks Angel eyes....just try to stop me.

Hey W-Ex! Who knows? I may live forever!

GrizzBabe said...

You can tell us anything! We're here for you.

red dirt mule said...

i'm clapping my hooves and wiping tears from my girlish mulish eyelashes!!

next thing, we'll be seeing you travel the country giving motivational speeches!

you keep tellin' them and we'll keep on listening.

much love
xxx
rdm

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the triple cheer. I appreciate it. Listeners and readers are not thanked daily, and they needn't be, but they ARE the difference between rant & ragin' at the stars and being an appreciated member of this chaotic shitheap they call society. I'm afraid I'm the rant & raging type, playing guitar just for myself, writing things nobody reads, painting for no one. Sad story? No, it isn't because it's better than not writing at all or getting tube-fed by the TV, but still... it IS nice to be read and understood, isn't it, and, like you said, it creates bravery on the writer's end of things. Imagine Curt Cobain smashing up his amps in his garage in a stage of extacy unobserved; or Shakespeare writing sonnets for his dog. They just wouldn't. And the best thing is: I like your writing as well and a bit of that bravery of yours rubs down [is that the expression? hmmm I don't know] on me too.

Martijn

bulletholes said...

Griz 7 red, we have come a long ways, the three of us.

Martijn! Back from Christmas I see!
We all make our own deal.
puttin' mine out there seems to be the thing to do.
The phrase you look for is "Rub off" I believe, although "Trickle down" would work as well.
So Hip-Hip-Hooray to you!
How do you say that Amsterdam?

Anonymous said...

Rub off... yes of course! Stains through & trickles down. Yes, the Christmas time is over and so is the bewitchment of human kindness. Back to reality. You wouldn't believe the ice cold bucket of corporate bullshit I got poured over my head the very first day. Oh man! Business talk, that's the last talk you want. Worse than the sex talk from your parents. Maybe not as much as the sex talk with your children, I don't know.

Hip hip hooray sounds surprisingly similar in Amsterdam: hiep hiep hoera! That's how you write it, but in English it should be spelled like heap heap hooraaaa. Cheers to the writer!

Martijn