Monday, 8 February 2010

Cliché: The Director's Cut

Journey; battle; box of chocolates; garden; menu; narrative.

I have, on occasion, thought of life as a journey

but journey implies destination which is fraught with problems –" where am I going!?", "how did I get here?" – and the only destination I can think of anyway

is oblivion. And we're all going to get there whatever our travelling plans.

I've never thought of life as a battle,

though I've known several people who have and they never seemed happy;

a box of chocolates – you may never know what you're going to get but you can bet it'll be sweet;

or a garden.

Though I quite like that one. It implies nurture, fresh air and muddy carrots.

A menu? Nah. I tend, more and more, to think of my life as a plotless, intertextual story. I am both the writer-director and a character: part of an ever shifting ensemble cast.

What I like about this metaphor is that I can learn from other writers how to make the story more engaging

and, importantly, I can redraft.

I found the usual suspects picture at this rather interesting site: http://neuroanthropology.net/2008/06/23/encephalon-48-the-usual-suspects/

The Guernica pic came from here: http://new-art.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-guernica-now.html


lulu labonne said...

I thought life was a sort of school sports day event, you know the sort of thing;

get in a sack and carry an uncooked egg on a fork while you jump your way through an obstacle course, get yoked to someone for the three-legged section, then one of you has to turn upside down for the wheelbarrow race, then it's a tug of war .... hopefully you win!

then you try not to show that you are disappointed with the prize!

Titus said...

Thought-provoking. Garden or box of chocolates, no, definitely not. Battle? No, that implies something willed. And "journey" just makes me think of reality television shows. So not good.

Thinking hard, I'm mortified to say that at the moment I think mine is mostly African Savanna and I'm a gnu. Survival is about all I'm managing, and every so often I long for migration. And yet it feels natural...

Not quite as artistic as yours, it must be said.

The Pollinatrix said...

I like your word "intertextual" here. That rings very true for me.

Ahem. I notice that your list at the beginning of this post (if you take out "box of") consists of six words, which I can think of a wonderful way to employ. Not that I'm being pushy or anything. God forbid.

Pat said...

Sometimes I feel like I'm in goal - and believe me sport is not my bag - and I have to deal with whatever is thrown at me. Sometimes I feel happy to be alive and able to enjoy the beautiful things in life. It's a state of fearing the worst and hoping for the best much of the time but it helps that I never feel completely alone.
A moveable feast?

Eryl Shields said...

Lulu ~ that's so sad; but funny.

Titus ~ much more artistic! You have your story fully imagined.

Polli ~ you are one of the more intertextual bloggers.

You're right, I wonder if I can...?

Pat ~ feeling completely alone must be the worst thing in the world. I hope the feast stays still long enough for you to partake of a little something when you're peckish.

The Pollinatrix said...

I briefly checked out that neuroanthropology website - very interesting!

Rachel Fox said...

And mine of course is a sitcom...sometimes a good one ('Frasier'...I do have in-house parent) and sometimes a not so good one (don't know the names of any of those naff BBC ones that don't get laughs anyway).

Golden West said...

I've always thought of my life as a chapter in a continuing saga. And one I have considerable, but not total, say in writing.

Anonymous said...

Good analogy. For myself,I don't think I'm as influential as a writer/director.

The Weaver of Grass said...

I think I like the box of chocs idea best as it does imply a great deal of choice in the directions one takes through life. But it does also imply that it would be very easy to choose all ones favourite things first - in my case that would leave nothing now in my "old age" but strawberry creams - yuk. I prefer the nutty hard centres, so perhaps chocs is not the best choice.

Jimmy Bastard said...

Good to see you up and blogging again doll face. I do hope all is well again.

The World According To Me said...

As Forest Gump once said, life is a box of chocolates. Sometimes nutty, sometimes hard, sometimes delightful! I'm going to check out that site.

Eryl Shields said...

Polli ~ I know it's the kind of place you could get lost in for a long time.

Rachel ~ not The Royal Family, I hope!

Golden ~ 'chapter in a continuing saga' that's a great one.

Jenny ~ you are the epitome of the Auteur.

Weaver ~ I don't think any of these metaphors really stand up to too much scrutiny: a strawberry cream old age sounds too horrible to contemplate, and I like the strawberry creams!

Jimmy ~ thank you, all seems well for the most part.

Worldy ~ be careful you might never come out, I had to force myself away with my head spinning.

Kim Ayres said...

Life is definitely not like a box of chocolates, otherwise I would be gorging on it until I was sick.

Though perhaps it should be...

Gadjo Dilo said...

Hmm, interesting - and nice addition from Lulu there :-) I dunno, or it could be a toolshed: lots of interesting, useful looking things, but how many of them can one ever learn to use properly and will using any of them ever make you a living?

Mary Witzl said...

Gee...if my life were a box of chocolates, it'd never be a box like that one you've displayed. I'd just settle for GETTING a box of chocolates like that some day!

Just saw that photo of you on Kim's blog. I didn't recognize you because of the blouse!

Eryl Shields said...

Kim ~ gorging on life; sounds Byronesque.

Gadjo Dilo ~ my tool-shed is full of once beautiful, now charmingly rusty but useless implements. I'm not going to give up hope that one day they might contribute to a living, just yet.

Mary ~ they were as delicious as they were beautiful, but sadly the chap who made them has gone out of business. Or, at least, the shop was boarded up last time I looked.

No it's not quite me is it, especially as it was actually a wedding dress!

Lynne said...

I love this post. It made me smile. I found the later post, your poem and the comments interesting. I am no writer, so it was an interesting way to learn about poetry. I hope you do some more like that.