measuring life one story at a time …
My life is filled with dark relationships, reliable heroes, strong and bold women, unpredictable and sly villains, lyrical phrases, unforgettable characters, dysfunctional families, foolish lovers, creased page corners, blank documents, late nights, ink-stained hands, wine/tea oral fixations, classical music, heavy purses, rambling sentences, etc.
Sounds exciting, right? I embellish. Majority of the list above takes place in the novels.
Welcome to the life of an avid reader and procrastinating writer!
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Curious why I used Bookmarks instead of Books in the title? It all started one day in my Online Publishing class when my journalism professor asked us to create our own websites. One requirement was to embed a podcast from T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” and put it to classical music. I chose this part of the piece (2:38):
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
The rhythm of his voice and the way the music rose and fell in the background made it very powerful. It would come back to me sometimes and I’d find myself mumbling, “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons…” So I thought to myself, what do I measure my life with?
– Felicia Clark