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Saturday, May 31, 2014

The Telltale Eye. By John von Daler

                       Once upon a time, in #Denmark in the beginning of the twenty-first century, ambitious young men took on new and strange habits. One politician had had remarkable success with a very simple two-pronged strategy: 1) he never spoke his own words or thoughts, but only those of a committee of Machiavellian schemers, written down, memorized and repeated ad infinitum and - 2) he never, ever blinked, even if you were to throw a stone at his face.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

The Balloon. By John von Daler

                                In my #father's opinion the world should have been a silent place indeed: in so much as you did not have a wise or new thought to express, you should remain silent.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Bought and Paid. By John von Daler

                         I remember the amount as huge. I was sixteen years old and about to play my first professional concert. All right, you probably have guessed the truth: it was not really a concert, but a reception. We were to play for an hour while the guests stood and talked and ate and drank. And we were to get paid for it.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Honor Thy #Mother. By John von Daler

                         I wrote a blog the other day about easing the pressure on parents: let them do their best without intimations of any original, Freudian sin. You can read it HERE. I tried to suggest that guilt could be suspended, the pressure could be lightened on parents of all ages and generations.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Chili Con Car. By John von Daler

                    Mechanisms. Machines. A light case of mechanophilia. That is what they said: symptoms of budding fascism. You men. All alike. Always falling in love with them. And I who thought of myself as super liberal - or at least the Clark Kent of super liberals.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

It Tolls for Thee. By John von Daler

                                The Carilloneur knew that he was going to do it, but he did not know how.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Auld Lang Syne. By John von Daler

                      The door to the supermarket opened and shut and opened and shut. The young mother waited patiently as the old man hovered on the little ramp, taking a step forward and then a half-step back. He had on a dark, green overcoat and tied under his chin a fur hat with earmuffs. She was clothed perfunctorily; she lived almost next door to the store. But it was cold waiting behind her baby carriage for the old man to move on.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Pieces: A Bitty Blog nominated for The Quintet of Radiance Award. By John von Daler

This blog has just been nominated by Christine Campbell for the
Quintet of Radiance Award

         I am very grateful to Christine for the nomination, undeserving as I undoubtedly am. Let me second Christine's own nomination. Radiance suits her well indeed.

The Rules for the #QuintetofRadianceAward:
1. Display the badge in a post.
2. Thank the blogger who nominated you and link back.
3. Using the alphabet, describe yourself in a word or phase. (See below)
4. Nominate a few bloggers. (See further below)
The A to Z about me:

Ardent. A violinist must be.
Busy. A blogger can be.
Content. Being me is enough..
Dreamer. Day and night.
Eager. Cannot wait.
Free. Choose to choose.
Grateful. Especially for mixed metaphors.
Hardy. My rebounds abound.
Interested. Boredom is boring.
Jester. Revere the clown.
Knower. Wannabe.
Laugher. Fun is fun.
Man. Inescapably.
Night. I hide. I seek.
Optimist. A writer must be.
Pacifist. War never works.
Quest. Questions and doubts.
Reason. Within reason.
Saucy. In many senses.
Thoughtful. Meaning full of thoughts.
Utterly. Halfway does not get there.
Verbal. Words!
Wistful. Longing feeds the fire.
X. Two lines intersecting = my thoughts.
Yea! To life
Zero. One line connected to itself = my beliefs.

My nominations are:
1. Sandra Tyler, 
Writer: See her work.
Professor of Creative writing, Editor of The WovenTale Press See: her emag.  Emanent blogger. See: her blog. 
And wife, mother and daughter.

2. Douglas Penick, 
Writer See: his work. 
And thinker of great and good thoughts. See his website.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Slight Ado About #Nothing. By John von Daler

                  "What'cha doin'?"
                "Well, stoppit!"
                "Cain't stop what ain't nery started..."

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The #Freudian Pizza Effect. By John von Daler

                        I just read a blog by a young Danish mother. She was getting tired of implied criticism suggesting that parents often pacify their children by letting them play with an ipad or watch television.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

On Ice. By John von Daler

                     "Ding! Ding! Dong!" Down the lane he comes, good old M.M. His little truck of frozen goods rolls slowly past the homes of the busy commuters. "Recollection Services Limited" reads the sign on the little white van. "We collect and store what you discard."

Thursday, May 8, 2014

#Memento 2. By John von Daler

                The little boat plugged its way through the emerald, azure water of the #Adriatic sea. The incoming waves slapped the sides of our little vessel with the menacing innocence of bullying boys snapping wet towels. We were chugging along the edge of the island, against the current, the tide, and the wind, to get a closer look at the sparkling grottoes that dotted the coast. Our skipper managed to steer against the waves, through the rocks, defying fate with one hand on the wheel and the other on his constantly refilled glass of #Ouzo.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The #Idea idea. By John von Daler

                 The transition period was difficult. People were so used to paying with credit cards and iphones.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

A #Blog about a blog. By John von Daler

                   It is my blog's anniversary! Let us take stock after this first year. I started publishing here on May 4, 2013. The idea was to stimulate interest in my work, and thus in my book, "Pieces: A Life in Eight Movements and a Prelude" (WiDo Publishing).

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Boredom. By John von Daler

                The baby in the grass extends his plump little arm toward the light-blue sky and releases a weather-worn leaf from last fall into the air. A breeze catches and twirls the sheer, beige leaf into and out of sun and shadows in an easy, graceful, swirling flight.

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