The
Storyteller was his own story, so it
was not surprising that he started his first chapter with himself: The surprise
visit from a lawyer. The inheritence from a forgotten uncle. The sudden rush of
ideas and plans.
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Thursday, August 28, 2014
Playing in tune. By John von Daler
Unlike
flutes or harps or chimes, violins in their original state can sound awful. You
have to be taught and to practice for years to make them sound beautiful.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Let Me Know If You Don't Receive This. By John von Daler
A
kind of giddy and bizarre mood has dominated the internet since #Wiki leaked and
Angela #Merkel lost her secure telephone connection.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
The Hummer. By John von Daler
It
started involuntarily. He was all by himself. He sat in his own tiny cubicle and
either worked at a computer or took telephone calls in the great, curved, white building.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Signs of the Times. By John von Daler
Recently
I saw a play about characters living in the fifteenth century. The actors actually had
on costumes that imitated the style of the fifteenth century!
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The Missing Link. By John von Daler
I
see her face intimately, familiarly, as if I have known her for years. We two
have shared good moments, bad situations, boredom, embarrassment, even passion.
Yet still, when I try to say her name, I have no idea in which way to twist my
tongue. My mind is a blank. This is embarrassing.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
The Literary Do-Gooder. By John von Daler
She always wore her calico, #Dorothy of Oz-dress at two in the morning in front of the computer. It made her feel like a brave woman in a dangerous fairytale.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Lilies of the Valley. By John von Daler
Sometimes
people are as unknowable as, say, a lawn full of grass. You look for something
personable, something special and all you see is the great, green field without
a break or a variation, just one, flat sheet of monotonous uniformity.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Real Shakespeareans abhor rosebuds. By John von Daler
I
decided to watch "House of Cards". And what a #Shakespearean trip it
was too - with Richard III asides and Mr. and Mrs. #Macbeth scheming away and #Ophelia in the lake and Iago in #Othello's ear - all without any post-Freudian
explanations about the psychological make-up of the characters. Most of them are just mean - and, if they have a reason for being so, it has not
as yet been revealed, despite references to college days and civil war
ancestors.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
#Sirens. By John von Daler
Thorkil
did not think it strange that the island made him dream. After all, there were
many films of many nationalities that played on much the same topic:
well-intentioned men, by being kind and brave, can draw the attentions and
advances of many adoring women.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Synergy. By John von Daler
Advantage?
Maybe. Of getting old. You mix things up. On the long slide from memory to
consciousness, pictures, tastes, smells, sounds run together, dissolving into
each other and becoming one.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Entrapment. By John von Daler
This
summer the media has been filled with sports events: soccer, cycling, tennis.
So much so in fact that the sports metaphor has again positioned itself as a plausible
way to describe our lives. It leads us to believe that we can compete
our way to brilliant and beautiful lives.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Figures of Speech. By John von Daler
As
the M.D. (Metaphor Doctor) pulled up at the margin in his brand new Statement 2014, a hand-made New Yorker
vehicle, he took out his ipad and went over the details of the family he was to
visit:
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