I saw Big Fish for the first time recently. I sobbed like a *girl* at the end of it, and I really, really hate to do that. I suppose that I cried for the loss of another great storyteller. I liked the dad in the movie, he reminded me of every male relative that I ever had.
My dad's WW2 stories were awesome. I really only halfway believed them, but they eventually got verified for me in books and on the History Channel. Sometimes the strangest stories are true. I think that's one of the finer things in life, myself.
When my dad died, I stopped wanting to live forever.
I think you'll do the writing you want to, Chris. It's only one word at a time, right? :)
I think that's the neatest thing: when the stories you wondered about are somehow verified. When you're young, you don't question things at all. Then you hit your early teens and start questioning stuff; you become cynical and think, "Dad's full of it!"
But then one day you see that all the stories were true, or at least pretty close to true. That's what I loves about Big Fish (SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T SEEN IT...)
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When the funeral scene hits and all the characters from the stories show up. Sure, the twins aren't "Siamese Twins" but there they are. Danny DeVito may not be a werewolf, but there he is, walking with the giant.
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(NO MORE SPOILERS)
When you reach that point where you see the truths in the stories you grew up with, there's a certain magic that just returns to life. You may even find yourself taking the truth and making it something more (I tend to do it on paper, but others are great at doing it with spoken stories).
And yeah, writing is a lot like walking...one little piece at a
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You are welcome. I always sweat blood when I write. I love to write, but it's always a challenge and a chore and a labor of love. I also know that some words flow more easily than others.
I totally hated the son in Big Fish. Even if I thought my dad was full of it (which I didn't, not totally, not ever,) I never stopped appreciating his fine yarn spinning ability.
You may think it's slipping...goth_poser_guyMay 17 2004, 13:38:41 UTC
But it obviously isn't.
That was the clearest, most focused, and most logically cohesive series of statements and literary allusions I've read in a long time. It was not a ramble, nor a rant. It verged on poetry and bore the same earnest meaning as a heartfelt sermon by a confessing pastor.
Perhaps what you thought of as defining you has changed, while the core of you that those that know you love is ever-present as it has always been.
Don't fret on the changing of the external manifestations of personality. Worrying about that will simply age you too quickly (says the 40 year old man who knows his eyes are failing, his hair is greying and his energy levels dropping). The shell may be changing, but you are still the same good soul inside that you have always been. Write when the time is right, live in the rest of your moments.
You do have a beautiful life. I know it, even though I've only seen it in small flashes.
By the way, tell Tim Burton he owes you royalties. Now I want to see Big Fish, I hadn't till now.
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My dad's WW2 stories were awesome. I really only halfway believed them, but they eventually got verified for me in books and on the History Channel. Sometimes the strangest stories are true. I think that's one of the finer things in life, myself.
When my dad died, I stopped wanting to live forever.
I think you'll do the writing you want to, Chris. It's only one word at a time, right? :)
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But then one day you see that all the stories were true, or at least pretty close to true. That's what I loves about Big Fish (SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T SEEN IT...)
.
.
.
When the funeral scene hits and all the characters from the stories show up. Sure, the twins aren't "Siamese Twins" but there they are. Danny DeVito may not be a werewolf, but there he is, walking with the giant.
.
.
.
(NO MORE SPOILERS)
When you reach that point where you see the truths in the stories you grew up with, there's a certain magic that just returns to life. You may even find yourself taking the truth and making it something more (I tend to do it on paper, but others are great at doing it with spoken stories).
And yeah, writing is a lot like walking...one little piece at a ( ... )
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I totally hated the son in Big Fish. Even if I thought my dad was full of it (which I didn't, not totally, not ever,) I never stopped appreciating his fine yarn spinning ability.
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That was the clearest, most focused, and most logically cohesive series of statements and literary allusions I've read in a long time. It was not a ramble, nor a rant. It verged on poetry and bore the same earnest meaning as a heartfelt sermon by a confessing pastor.
Perhaps what you thought of as defining you has changed, while the core of you that those that know you love is ever-present as it has always been.
Don't fret on the changing of the external manifestations of personality. Worrying about that will simply age you too quickly (says the 40 year old man who knows his eyes are failing, his hair is greying and his energy levels dropping). The shell may be changing, but you are still the same good soul inside that you have always been. Write when the time is right, live in the rest of your moments.
You do have a beautiful life. I know it, even though I've only seen it in small flashes.
By the way, tell Tim Burton he owes you royalties. Now I want to see Big Fish, I hadn't till now.
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