Saturday, February 20, 2010

In Obscurity

We have to believe in free will, we have no choice.

Isaac Singer
A few of my journal buddies are telling me I should maintain a positive attitude. A positive attitude is something I equate with a sense of humor, something I'm grateful I have even though it is sometimes aggressively tested as it has been over the past few days.

A positive attitude is also akin to enthusiasm, a constant consciousness of what is beautiful, good and true; a spirit.

My basic philosophy of life, in its simplest form, is "Never give up." But the truth is I do give up. I give up at least once a day. But I know what I'm doing. During my career I used to say that I give up acting about once a week. I said that for 45 years' worth of weeks.

In the acting craft there is a thing which has been called "opposites." It's the moment when the pursuit of the character's objective becomes so difficult he says "Aw, to hell with it" and gives up. It's a momentary lapse in the forward action, a regrouping, an "advance to the rear" in order to get some perspective, think about things and try a different tactic. The character doesn't know it's a temporary maneuver, the actor does.

I have vowed that I will write an entry in this journal every day as long as I have at least one visitor. And I will. Today I vow that if the day ever comes when my StatCounter registers 0 for one whole day, that's the day I will abandon Vagabond Journeys. Does that mean I will stop writing? Hell, no. Instinct, passion and natural law won't let me. I will just take my words somewhere else.

I may publish some day and if I do my book may show up in someone's home or on a library shelf somewhere. Once at the Drama Book Store in New York I was going through the shelves looking for a project to work on. I pulled out a collection of plays by various authors. As I thumbed through it I was amazed to find my own name in a list of actors who had performed in one of them. We were the original cast. I had forgotten that I had originated that role. The play is never done any more, as far as I know. It's an obscure play by an even more obscure playwright. But somehow it got published.

Another time in New York, and I will never forget this, I was waiting for the A Train in a remote subway station at about 2 a. m. Way at the other end of the station was a man with an Alto Saxophone playing blues and playing it well, with his heart. We were the only two people there. His music filled that station. I listened. I'm not sure he even knew I was there. He would have played it even if I wasn't there to hear.

Somewhere in your town there is a small museum. Perhaps the home of some important person of the past has been converted into a commemoration of his or her life. And somewhere, in a far corner, there is a modest work of art no one ever sees. Give it your attention. You will be glad you did. The artist is talking to you, you, with his heart and mind. And before you leave the museum be sure to sign the book.

DB - The Vagabond
Weekend Contest

I'm getting a lot of interesting mangled cliches so I'm leaving this quiz up for another weekend.

"A stitch in time is worth two in the bush."

Your assignment is to take two or more grand old sayings, cliches, sage saws or famous quotes and cobble (clobber) them together to make a new and wiser adage or utter nonsense as in the above.

Enter as often as you wish. The decision of the ornery, biased judge is final. Althoug he may need help with this one.

13 entries so far.

Good luck.


salemslot9 said...

here's one
someone had to say it
might as well be me

there's a lil museum
not far from me...

Rose said...

Don't even think about stop writing in your Blog. I look forward to reading your entries.

You know how much I adore you!

Hugs, Rose

Beth said...

I've definitely noticed a dropoff in bloggers, both readers and writers, and comments, and others have as well. Where have I seen such remarks? On Facebook. I know of several people who used to write blogs, but have pretty much given it up in lieu of Facebook. I know that it has changed my pattern of reading and writing. I believe you have a core of faithful readers who will continue to read you. Don't give up! Love, Beth

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Wonderful advice about the art pieces in the corner, as long as they bring a reaction every now and then, the artist will live forever.

Judith Ellis said...

Writing is not only for readers, but for writers too. Do continue writing, DB.

Kyle said...

DB, I agree with Beth, other social media outlets are pulling some attention away from the blogosphere. Many of the blogs I follow have seen a drop in visitation/commenting. Don't get disheartened, though it is only human that you feel that way sometimes.