Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Cut and Pasties

Portion of Just Before Sunrise,
Jean Baptiste Camille Corot,
The Art Institute of Chicago.

Yes, I know. The blog title deserved a pole dancer or a go-go girl or a semi-nude, but my thoughts run down multiple paths this morning and no amount of mouse and click will arrange them in logical order.

Was so proud when I (finally) learned how to cut 'n paste, but discovered in revision and re-arrangement of passages in WIPs that ease -- as in all things -- makes for carelessness. One must watch for missed punctuation, impecunious spacing, and violent verbal disagreements.

And thinking of violence, Bernard has begun a noir serial on his blog. The violence is lovely.

I love this world. This world is so beautiful, from dawnlight to noonbright to owllight. The scent from the ivory silk steals through my window with morningshine and makes patterns on my walls like leaves.

My computer screen is another window, a portal place from my tower to a wider world. Some of you walked in my dreams last night. Probably because Weirdly II: Eldritch released yesterday.

In yesterday's velvet dusk, so soft and deep and purpledark, a whip-poor-will sang somewhere like the shade of a lost love. Coleridge once said he didn't believe in ghosts -- because he'd seen too many of them.

And I am like a ghost in this machine.


M.E Ellis said...

And I am like a ghost in this machine.

See, this is why I love your prose so much.




December/Stacia said...

Having a rough week...a very depressed morning.

Your beautiful prose makes me feel better. Inadequate, but better nonetheless.

Sam said...

As usual, your prose makes me stop and think - and dream a little!


Have a lovely day!

Bernita said...

Emmy, you humble me. Thank you.

Sorry you're having a bad few days, December - am glad if it makes you feel better. ( I nearly posted about the time I stuck the pitchfork into my brother's forehead.)
YOU shouldn't feel inadequate beside anyone.

Thank you, Sam. It's a glorious morning, all dew and green silences.

laughingwolf said...

great painting, so fits my current mood...

grats in having the issue out!

lovely imagery from your pen, too

Bernita said...

Thank you, Laughingwolf.
I like Corot - partly because of the cadence of his name.
Maybe I'll post the other half of the picture on Friday.

Ric said...

This world is so beautiful, from dawnlight to noonbright to owllight

In yesterday's velvet dusk, so soft and deep and purpledark,

Absolutely fabulous imagery. I could see it, feel it, touch it.

Great way to start the morning.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Ric.
So much magic in our world.

BernardL said...

Cut & paste is definitely a two edged sword. Thanks for the plug, Bernita; but I'm not sure my pulp fiction piece will be anything more than a one shot try out. :) I will get Weirdly II. Weirdly I was probably the most well written set of short stories I've ever read.

Demon Hunter said...

I love the way you write, Bernita. :-) Very rich prose.

Stop by my blog and check out my contest.

Bernita said...

Thank you,Bernard. Last night I found the most horrible example of mis-placed cut'n paste in my WIP.
~delicate scream~

You've made a wonderful beginning - very engaging characters.
IMHO, Weirdly II is even better.

Thank you, Demon dear. Will do. Didn't see it when I went by very early.

Whirlochre said...

I've been out all day in the dull grey of the city's car exhaust poop and even though I'm home now, the clouds have the look of a re-run.

June 18th 1985, yeah, let's do that one again.

So - it was good to read this post, to remind me of the onlyeveronceness outside my window.

My neighbour appears with a garden hose, looking ridiculous in his wellington boots.

Ah...I'm off now.

Looking forward to the owllight — or at very least, the immodest flapping of bats.

spyscribbler said...

I can't believe I missed it! I'm so embarrassed. I'm ordering it today.

I'll check out Bernard's serial. I love your sentence, "The violence is lovely."

That's a great sentence. I can't stop reading it.

Bernita said...

Here's looking at you, kid.

I hope he continues with it, Natasha. Bernard has style.
You have absolutely no reason to feel embarrassed.

Sarah Hina said...

You're lovely, Bernita. I needed to stop and listen for that birdsong today...

I bought Weirdly II! Trying to carve up some time to sit down and read it. Can't wait. :)

MissWrite said...

Oh boy yes, that cut and paste function can be brutal. I can't even count how many--as they, as they--types of things, I've had happen to me because I pasted a section and didn't adjust the new area for the revision. LOL Fun fun fun.

Bernita said...

Sarah, thank you for that generous thought.
I wouldn't read Weirdly II by owllight though.

Head-banging embarrassing, Tami.

Robyn said...

Lovely, dearest, and many congratulations.

I occasionally hit some button, and I don't know which it is, that makes it impossible to insert a new word in a sentence. Everything I type erases the letter/space right after it so I have to type the entire thing over again.

Travis Erwin said...

Congrats on the release.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Robyn, dear heart.
I do that too sometimes.Don't know how, don't know why it does that. Weird. Causes panic and palpitations.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Travis.

Charles Gramlich said...

Lovely writing. As alaways. Congrats on the release of your story. I will pick up a copy today. I'll also check out Bernard's site. I enjoy lovely violence.

Bernita said...

Chares, you are such a dear guy. Thank you.

Bernard has a great voice and pulls off the hard-boiled bit really well.

Bernita said...

Dammit! "Charles."

raine said...

Ohhh, your whip-poor-will reference sent me back to my grandmother's home. That soft, wistful song before dark...

The scent from the ivory silk steals through my window with morningshine and makes patterns on my walls like leaves.

Exquisite, as always, Bernita. Sigh...

writtenwyrdd said...

The web makes many things seem both ephemeral and profound. I think that sometimes I feel like you say, or on a warm and sunny summer day like today, like the sheer curtains drifting in the breeze-- neither wholly of this world or the world of the imagination.

I hope the foot continues to improve and also congrats on the new release.

Bernita said...

A gloaming song from my childhood too, Raine,from beyond the little brook, beneath the spruce spires, at the edge of night.Piercing sweet.
Thank you, dear friend.

Written, I think writers often experience this almost-out-of-body/ bi-location/vardoger effect.

Thank you. Another week and I'll be good, I hope. Almost normal size now.

StarvingWriteNow said...

You surely do have a way with words, Bernita. :)

Bernita said...

Thank you, Beth.

Gabriele C. said...

Robyn, you hit the Insert key. It should either be in the bottom line of the Numeral part of the keyboard, or on a laptop, in the right upper corner. Uncheck it, and it should work fine again.

*hopes that US and German keyboards are not so fundamentally different* :)

Lovely description, Bernita.

Jaye Wells said...

Even your random thoughts are conveyed gorgeously.

Carla said...

Beautiful descriptions.

Robyn, Gabriele - a British keyboard is similar, so there's hope:-) In Word you can see you've done it because it says 'OVR' in the line at the bottom of the screen. Press the 'Insert' key again and the'OVR' should grey out. Then you can type normally again.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Gabriele.
So that's the little culprit! I sees him.

Aww, Jaye, thank you.

Thank you, Carla.
Good to know, cause it's happened in both places.

Leigh Russell said...

Prose like poetry... beautiful.

Bernita said...

Leigh, thank you.
Glad to see you're blogging again.

laughingwolf said...

hurry friday :)

Jeff said...

Beautiful prose, Bernita! :)

Bernita said...

Aww, Lw.

Thank you, Jeff.
~hugs Jeff~

Steve Malley said...

I'd have gone for a Victorian-era Salome dancing for Herod.

As always, a lovely post. You have a real way with words...

cindy said...

i feel exactly the same way. but i couldn't have expresseed like you. which is what makes us so unique. beautiful, b.

Bernita said...

Would have done the trick, Steve. Thank you.

Exactly, sweet Cindy!

Whirlochre said...

This post has turned out to be more than a drive-by blogging for me.

There's a word you said — owllight — which nagged at me all evening until finally at 11pm, I wrote this...


Never have I
looked for owls
in all my

I reel, surprised,
peering into
smack of darkness,
for hoots,

The owls, I know,
care not for me;
will stand still
in their nightest tree.

But owllight —
theirs and mine —
conjures the sky
from spins of moons
to shine.

Can't say I could have written this without you being around. Yippee.

Suzanne Perazzini said...

Congratulations of the release of your book. Lovely prose.

Bernita said...

~beams at neat poem~
The last two verses are the bestest, Whirl.
"nightest tree" I love.
Have in my dim memory a line of verse "altar wise by owl light" fromwot I lifted the word. Maybe Dylan Thomas.

You have illustrated the secret value of blog travel. So many times I have found a turn of phrase has nudged a thought/idea/image.

Thank you, Suzanne. Congratulations, again, on the release of "Beneath the Surface!!!"

Vesper said...

A sweet world, sweet Bernita...
Congratulations again! :-)

Bernita said...

Thank you, Vesper.
Days when I hear Louis Armstrong constantly.

Whirlochre said...

It's true — how fanciful a phenomenon that the lilac folds of your clothes should jostle for luminance against the dark sky as an echo of Thomas's (or whoevers) original invention when I might otherwise have plodded along concrete like a dull spectre.

laughingwolf said...

thursday, for a wee bit yet ;) loil

Barbara Martin said...

Your prose is descriptive layering, a cover over something deeper that peers out.

Bernita said...

To haunt is the nature of ghosts, Whirl.

Up now, Laughinghwolf.

Thank you, Barbara.

Stewart Sternberg said...

I love this world. This world is so beautiful, from dawnlight to noonbright to owllight. The scent from the ivory silk steals through my window with morningshine and makes patterns on my walls like leaves....

You sure do paint pictures. I fell in love with this sort of writing when I first started reading Bradbury. I don't think anyone paints like he does. However, I have to admit, that I think you have a talent for the sweet imagry and word patterns that take people away.

Oh..also...I would have preferred the pole dancer for a picture, but I also enjoyed the image you chose.

Bernita said...

Nice to see you, Stewart - and thank you.

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