give my love to ray bradbury
upon my second or third completion of ray bradbury's martian chronicles, i found i had this to say:
should any of you know this magnificent man, give him my thanks. and when he dies, for he may not have long left on this earth, bury him on mars.
let those who live there read his works with wonder and careful grace, let them be bewitched by his words.
i remember the first time i read his fahrenheit 451, how the confusing prose transformed into beautiful song. it was one of the first books i was to read over and over. the greatest compliment i ever received for my writing was from ben, who called me the reincarnation of ray bradbury in our fiction workshop.
i can't explain why his writing is so moving, so poignant. i could use literary terms to describe the rhetorical beauty, but as i said to another studying the arts -- knowing theory does not make art. understanding the mechanics of how to write a story does not make art. it is emotion, the capturing and extraction of emotion, that makes art. and bradbury said, "science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle." interpreting the miracle.
if i ever become half the writer, or even one-third, i should be content to live all my days, dreaming about mars and the beautiful stories he told of her.
oh bradbury, my bradbury.
live forever.
should any of you know this magnificent man, give him my thanks. and when he dies, for he may not have long left on this earth, bury him on mars.
let those who live there read his works with wonder and careful grace, let them be bewitched by his words.
i remember the first time i read his fahrenheit 451, how the confusing prose transformed into beautiful song. it was one of the first books i was to read over and over. the greatest compliment i ever received for my writing was from ben, who called me the reincarnation of ray bradbury in our fiction workshop.
i can't explain why his writing is so moving, so poignant. i could use literary terms to describe the rhetorical beauty, but as i said to another studying the arts -- knowing theory does not make art. understanding the mechanics of how to write a story does not make art. it is emotion, the capturing and extraction of emotion, that makes art. and bradbury said, "science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle." interpreting the miracle.
if i ever become half the writer, or even one-third, i should be content to live all my days, dreaming about mars and the beautiful stories he told of her.
oh bradbury, my bradbury.
live forever.