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MY WRITING HEROES by Charles Schwartz
What is there to say in song,WHEN LOVE IS GONE...?  JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS* As Dorothy Parker once said to her boy friend, "Fare thee well," As Columbus announced when he knew he was bounced, "It was swell, Isabelle, swell," As Abélard said to Héloïse, "don't froget to drop a line to me, please," As Juliet cried in her Romeo's ear, "Romeo, why not face the fact, my dear?" It was just one of those things, Just one of those crazy flings, One of those bells that now and then rings, Just one of those things. It was just one of those nights, Just one of those fabulous flights, A trip to the moon on gossamer wings, Just one of those things. If we thought a bit Of the end of it, When we started painting the town, We'd have been aware That our love affair Was too hot not to cool down. So goodbye, dear, and amen. Here's hoping we meet now and then, It was great fun But it was just one of those things. *Words & music by the great Dorothy Fields
Artist: George Gershwin/Ira Gershwin Song: Our Love Is Here To Stay Album: S'Wonderful Gershwin Songbook
OUR LOVE IS HERE TO STAY It's very clear Our love is here to stay; Not for a year But ever and a day.
The radio and the telephone And the movies that we know May just be passing fancies, And in time may go!
But, oh my dear, Our love is here to stay. Together we're Going a long, long way
In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibralter may tumble, There're only made of clay, But our love is here to stay.
My own lyrics... SONG 1— POSTCARD FROM HERE Here ‘n now I'm watching a snowstorm Here ‘n now I'm waiting for the earth to warm Here ‘n now I'm feeling my new life, somehow Here ‘n now I'm hearing a robin on the bough Here ‘n now I am waking... Here ‘n now I am waking... Here ‘n now I am waking my spirit.
Here ‘n now I'm sunning my wings dry Here ‘n now I'm singing to the spring sky Here ‘n now I'm lifting my voice in reply Here ‘n now I am one lovely butterfly Here ‘n now I am waking... Here ‘n now I am waking... Here ‘n now I am waking my spirit. ******* SONG 2—boy on a swing remember this boy who was free to fly, and grieve his fatal fall. a frail bird defeated, his songs now fused on stone.
he now spends his days in gentle air with no hard sun to taste, no biting winds, or rusting rain to tarnish his shining face. ******** SONG 3—body parts on the magic land of Belize, you can seize me you can tease me you can freeze the water on your knees, you can say “love” if you are tongue-tied, you can omit gum disease with guarantees, if you please, on the magic land of Belize,
you can dance on your knees you can speak Brooklyneeze you can arch your back in the slightest breeze, or you can knock-knees when you sneeze, only on the disease-free land of Belize. ******* SONG 4—time to try contemplate calm. dream of space. rest without harm. refresh your place.
sew wounds and seams. clean air release. renew your dreams. plead for peace.
embrace friends. behold serenity. make amends. see Statue of Liberty.
eat Popeye’s spinach. love Olive Oyl’s hero. race to the finish. fiddle like Nero.
follow all clues. read the wind. cheer good news. forgive the sinned. *******

Music and lyrics by Frank Sinatra I've got you under my skin I've got you deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me I've got you under my skin
I've tried so not to give in I've said to myself this affair never will go so well But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know than well That I've got you under my skin
I'd sacrifice anything come what might For the sake of having you near In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night And repeats, repeats in my ear
Don't you know you fool, you never can win Use your mentality, wake up to reality But each time I do, just the thought of you Makes me stop before I begin 'cause Ive got you under my skin top of page
| ADVICE FOR WHINERS Shakespeare wrote a lot about the power of beauty, and the withering of beauty, and... As one pre-Botox sonnet went: "When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed of small worth held."
PENTIMENTO Pentimento = painting under a painting; Palimpsest = text written over a text
"Pentimento," by Lillian Hellman, wrote the following, from page one:
Old paint on canvas, as it ages, sometimes becomes transparent. When that happens it is possible, in some pictures, to see the original lines: a tree will show through a woman's dress, a child makes way for a dog, a large boat is no longer on an open sea. That is called pentimento because the painter "repented," changed his mind. Perhaps it would be as well to say that the old conception, replaced by a later choice, is a way of seeing and then seeing again. That is all I mean about the people in this book.
OSCAR WILDE Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. --from Wilde's "The Ballad of Reading Gaol
CHARLIE Life is short. Enjoy it! Here are some of my fatherly ways of dealing with the burdens of life:
—Accept this-that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue. —Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them. — Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it. — Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker. — If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague. — If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it. —It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others. — Never buy a car you can't push. — Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on. — Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. — Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late. — The second mouse gets the cheese. — When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane. — Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live. — You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person. — Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once. — We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box. —A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. —Have a wonderful day and know that someone has thought about you today. — Chas
GEORGE S. KAUFMAN
"The kind of doctor I want is one who when he's not examining me is home studying medicine." "I like terra firma; the more firma, the less terra."
"I understand your new play is full of single entendres." "At dramatic rehearsals, the only author that's better than an absent one is a dead one."
"I thought the play was frightful but I saw it under particularly unfortunate ircumstances. The curtain was up.
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS "Afraid lest he be caught up in a net of words, tripped up, bewildered and so defeated -- thrown aside -- a man hesitates to write down his innermost convictions." "Times change and forms and their meanings alter. Thus new poems are necessary. Their forms must be discovered in the living language of their day, or old forms, embodying exploded concepts, will tyrannize over the imagination."
"I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it."
"When they ask me how I have for so many years continued an equal interest in medicine and the poem. I reply that they amount for me to nearly the same thing."
MAXWELL ANDERSON
"A dramatist is usually thought of as a slightly benighted child of nature who somehow or other did it all on a Ouija board. From the point of view of the playwright, then, the essence of a tragedy, or even of a serious play, is the spiritual awakening, or regeneration, of his hero." "Truth's like a fire, and will burn through and be seen." "If you practice an art, be proud of it and make it proud of you. It may break your heart but it will fill your heart before it breaks it; it will make you a person in your own right."
MORE GREAT WRITERS
Walt Whitman's First Grass In 1855, Walt Whitman registered the title Leaves of Grass with the clerk of the United States District Court, New York. The first edition was published seven weeks later, and over the next thirty-six years Whitman would revise, add many more poems, and publish seven more editions which would "Unscrew the locks from the doors! / Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!" Cutting A Clockwork Orange
In 1962 Anthony Burgess's A Clockwork Orange was published. Although many do not think it his best novel -- the vote seems to go to Earthly Powers (1980) -- A Clockwork Orange made Burgess internationally famous, largely due to the 1971 Stanley Kubrick film and the controversy which arose concerning its violence and its missing last chapter.
Daphne du Maurier & Cornwall In 1907 Daphne du Maurier was born. She was raised in London and then Hampstead, but du Maurier always wrote as if her true home was Cornwall, and her true birthday the day when she first saw Fowey harbor and entered "the gateway to another world." With Rebecca, Jamaica Inn, etc. she would do for Cornwall what Hardy did for Wessex.
Twain's Life on the Mississippi In 1883 Mark Twain's Life on the Mississippi was published. Much of the book had first appeared as a popular magazine series years earlier; Twain saw an opportunity not only for a profitable book but, after twenty-one years away, to revisit the world of his youth – to do research, and "to see the river again, and the steamboats, and such of the boys as might be left."
Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's, Animals In 2001 Douglas Adams died of a heart attack, aged forty-nine. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and its sequels have sold fifteen million copies, and his Dirk Gently books have also done well, but Adams said that he was proudest of Last Chance to See, a documentary of his expeditions to observe a handful of near-extinct animal species.
"Have you heard about the Toad?" In 1907 Kenneth Grahame wrote the first of a series of letters to his son, Alastair, describing the adventures of Toad, Rat, Mole and Badger; this became The Wind in the Willows. Grahame had been inventing such bedtime stories for several years; putting them on paper at this point was occasioned by his being separated from his son on his seventh birthday. Lytton Strachey and Eminent Victorians In 1918 Lytton Strachey's Eminent Victorians was published. Its four essays -- on Cardinal Manning, Florence Nightingale, Dr. Thomas Arnold and General Gordon – are described by recent biographer Michael Holroyd as "one of the seminal Bloomsbury texts," a book which "let a genie, gleeful and irreverent, out of the bottle" of biography writing.
John Osborne's Look Back in Anger In 1956 John Osborne's first play, Look Back in Anger, opened at London's Royal Court Theatre. The press release for the play called the twenty-six-year-old Osborne "an angry young man," a phrase that would become a label for a generation. Critic Clive Barnes cites the opening night of Look Back in Anger as the "actual birthday...of modern British theatre."
Richard Sheridan's School for Scandal In The School for Scandal Sheridan aimed to lampoon the general hypocrisy of the time, and portray his Joseph Surface and Lady Sneerwell as types. That a contemporary politician saw himself specifically targeted, and demanded that the play be cancelled, is another way of saying that Sheridan's masterpiece has been popular for well over two centuries, and will likely remain so.
Faulkner Goes to the Movies In 1932 William Faulkner reluctantly arrived in Hollywood to begin work as a screenwriter, a labor that would last, on and off, for twenty years. Faulkner had already published The Sound and the Fury, and although far from a popular success he was regarded as one of America's most talented young writers; on the other hand, a local store had just refused his $3 check.
Thoreau as Porcupine & Orchid In 1862 Henry David Thoreau died at the age of forty-four, from bronchial and respiratory problems. Thoreau was an integral but prickly member of the Transcendentalist community in Massachusetts -- as might be expected from the writer of "I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude," and as reflected in Emerson's funeral eulogy.
Virginia Woolf and To the Lighthouse In 1927 Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse was published. Many of the earliest reviews were lukewarm, compared to the modern view that the novel is one of the century's best, or to Woolf's own evaluation while working on it: "Never never have I written so easily, imagined so profusely. . . . Soft & pliable, & I think deep, & never a word wrong for a page at a time.
Sinclair Lewis: Won't Pulitzer, Will Nobel American literature in the 1920s did not belong to F. Scott Fitzgerald's glitterati, or to Ernest Hemingway's expatriates, but to Sinclair Lewis and SmallTown USA -- Main Street in 1920, and then at a two-year pace, Babbitt, Arrowsmith, Elmer Gantry, and Dodsworth. These books, and the little game Lewis played with the Pulitzer and Nobel Prizes awarded for them, would become the most famous chapter in his controversial career.
The Naked and the Dead, Tolstoy, and Me In 1948, Norman Mailer's first novel, The Naked and the Dead was published. A front-page editorial in the London Sunday Times called the language in the novel "incredibly foul and beastly," and lobbied to have the book withdrawn, but most reviewers ranked it among the best war novels, and conferred upon Mailer a celebrity status that he claimed to regret.
Byron Swims the Hellespont In 1810, Lord Byron swam the Hellespont, in emulation of Leander's legendary swims to visit his beloved Hero. Byron was twenty-two, and not yet famous for his poetry or his profligacy – though he had just finished a draft of Childe Harold, and just ended an affair with a married woman who, while no Hero, had moved Byron to challenge another to a sunrise duel.
Shakespere & Shrews On this day in 1594, Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew was entered in the Stationers' Register. Much of the main plot seems to come from a 1550 popular ballad called "Here Begynneth a Merry Jest of a Shrewde and Curste Wyfe, Lapped in Morrelles Skin, for her Good Behaviour." By the endeth, this contribution to the shrew-taming canon was merry from only one perspective. . . .
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FAVORITE WRITERS: POE "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door..."
CHANDLER
A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled. The perfect detective story cannot be written. The type of mind which can evolve the perfect problem is not the type of mind that can produce an artistic job of writing
FALKNER
"If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is worth any number of old ladies." All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
"People need trouble -- a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I forcdon't mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy."
HEMINGWAY Cowardice . . . is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination. Never mistake motion for action
The man who has begun to live more seriously within begins to live more simply without. But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.
ASCH, SHOLEM It has been said that writing comes more easily if you have something to say. The lash may e men to physical labor: it cannot force them to spiritual creativity.
Not the power to remember, but its very opposite, the power to forget, is a necessary condition for our existence
EDNA FERBER "I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must he somewhat poisoned by emotion. Dislike, displeasure, resentment, faultfinding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice -- they all make fine fuel."
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
"Only amateurs say that they write for their own amusement. Writing is not an amusing occupation. It is a combination of ditch-digging, mountain-climbing, treadmill and childbirth. . . . But amusing? Never."
"Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death -- fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous constant."
F.SCOTT FITZGERALD "Vitality shows not only in the ability to persist, but in the ability to start over."
No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there."
No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there."
To write it, it took three months; to conceive it -- three minutes; to collect the data in it -- all my life."
SHIRLEY JACKSON It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight. Let my reader who is puzzled by my awkward explanations close his eyes for no more than two minutes, and see if he does not find himself suddenly not a compact human being at all, but only a consciousness on a sea of sound and touch.
GERTRUDE STEIN One does not get better but different and older and that is always a pleasure. Considering how dangerous everything is, nothing is really frightening
JOHN STEINBECK It has always been my private conviction that any man who pits his intelligence against a fish and losses has it coming. The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true. "Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments." "Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play."
EMILY DICKINSON Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires a sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory
As he defeated--dying-- On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear!
ROBERT FROST The Road not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. HOWARD NEMEROV The Consent
Late in November, on a single night Not even near to freezing, the ginkgo trees That stand along the walk drop all their leaves In one consent, and neither to rain nor to wind
But as though to time alone: the golden and green Leaves litter the lawn today, that yesterday Had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light. What signal from the stars? What senses took it in? What in those wooden motives so decided
To strike their leaves, to down their leaves, Rebellion or surrender? and if this Can happen thus, what race shall be exempt? What use to learn the lessons taught by time, If a star at any time may tell us: Now. EUDORA WELTY "Whatever our theme in writing, it is old and tired. Whatever our place, it has been visited by the stranger; it will never be new again. It is only the vision that can be new; but that is enough."
CHARLIE just as a rose must shrivel, and as its last petals are shed, and as all things falter, is what once triumphed, now dead? ............. I bought a card on mother’s day, anyway.
Raymond Carver Fires: Essays, Poems,Stories But if the writing can't be made as good as it is within us to make it, then why do it? In the end, the satisfaction of having done our best, and the proof of that labor, is the one thing we can take into the grave."
JEAN COCTEAU
his first poem "Take a commonplace, clean it and polish it, light it so that it produces the same effect of youth and freshness and originality and spontaneity as it did originally, and you have done a poet's job. The rest is literature."
Roget's Thesaurus In 1852, the first edition of Roget's Thesaurus was published. It was developed over decades as a private "repertory" of useful synonyms; when it was published, many scorned the idea that such word-patching could fix a leaky sentence, or a lifetime of insufficient reading and writing. (Scorn: Derision, Contempt, Cachinnation) Harper Lee at Home In 1926 Harper Lee was born in Monroeville, Alabama. After the immediate and overwhelming success of To Kill a Mockingbird (1960), and despite forecasting more, Lee is known to have published only three short magazine articles, all in the 60s; nor has she broken the silence and anonymity into which she quickly retreated.
Emerson at the End In 1882 Ralph Waldo Emerson died, at the age of seventy-eight. Although Emerson's last decade was one of increasing debility it was also one of international accolade and local adulation. When the Sage of Concord returned from his last trip abroad he found the band playing, the schoolchildren singing and his burned home rebuilt by the community.
Anita Loos, Lorelei Lee, and Literature In 1893 Anita Loos was born. Loos started writing scenarios for D. W. Griffith while in her teens, and eventually worked on over sixty films, but her most enduring creation is the 1925 novel, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, reviewed by the Times Literary Supplement as "a masterpiece of comic literature."
The Birth of O. Henry In 1898 William S. Porter -- the drug store clerk, cowboy, fugitive, bank teller, cartoonist and future "O. Henry" -- began a five-year prison sentence for embezzlement. Porter had published several stories prior to his prison term, but the fourteen written behind bars represented a new style and quality, and began his rise to fame.
Robert Louis Stevenson, Kidnapped to Samoa In 1886, Robert Louis Stevenson's Kidnapped began serialization in Young Folks magazine. It was an instant and huge hit; taken with his others from the previous three years (Treasure Island, A Child's Garden of Verses, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) it made Stevenson famous and bound for Samoa, where he would die within the decade at age forty-four.
"Stone Walls" Do Richard Lovelace Make In 1642, courtier, soldier, and gentleman-poet, Richard Lovelace presented the Kentish Petition to Parliament and was promptly imprisoned for it. His confinement produced "To Althea, From Prison"; this has become one of the most anthologized of 17th century poems, known especially for the poster-famous lines in the last stanza.
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