On a day like today, my master William Faulkner said, “I decline to accept the end of man.” I would fall unworthy of standing in this place that was his, if I were not fully aware that the colossal tragedy he refused to recognize thirty-two years ago is now, for the first time since the beginning of humanity, nothing more than a simple scientific possibility. Faced with this awesome reality that must have seemed a mere utopia through all of human time, we, the inventors of tales, who will believe anything, feel entitled to believe that it is not yet too late to engage in the creation of the opposite utopia. A new and sweeping utopia of life, where no one will be able to decide for others how they die, where love will prove true and happiness be possible, and where the races condemned to one hundred years of solitude will have, at last and forever, a second opportunity on earth.– In the wake of Gabriel García Márquez’s death, wisdom from his 1982 Nobel Prize acceptance speech. Complement with Faulkner’s iconic 1950 Nobel speech on the role o the writer as a booster of the human heart, which Márquez bows to here. (via explore-blog)
April 20, 2014
The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself.– In her beautiful meditation on the writing life, Ann Patchett adds to our ongoing archive of wisdom on writing. Pair with Patchett’s advice to graduates on writing and life. (via explore-blog)
April 20, 2014
Community has never prided itself on romance - or on being one genre for more than one episode at a time - but the constant wasted opportunities and neglect for Jeff Winger and Annie Edison have tested those shippers’ last nerve. Given that Community would much rather keep teasing and reviving the much less popular Jeff/Britta pairing - complete with a half-hearted wedding proposal leading up to the possible series finale - it is quite alienating and baffling to a rather vocal part of an already small audience.
Community is a show that could have benefited quite a lot from a Jeff/Annie relationship, both creatively and commercially. Yet Dan Harmon’s missteps and downright cowardice on this front are the direct opposite of what Michael Schur and his writers keep accomplishing a half-hour later. It’s no wonder that Parks and Recreation is up to seven seasons and may get to craft a real ending in advance, while Community crosses its fingers again for its long, satirically promised sixth season - a.k.a. another chance to disappoint all its shippers.– Robert Dougherty, Parks and Recreation: The Safest Show Left for Shippers (via guiltiestofpleasures)
April 16, 2014