Higher Ground is a story I wrote in 2002. Some people liked it, I finished it, re-read it and pretty much didn't care for it. (Major plot holes, last minute 'wait, there is no villain! Shove one in!' stuff, the usual fun of doing a draft of a novel without, say, plotting more than a couple of chapters ahead.) However, as much as I disliked the end result, I did have a soft spot for the core concept of it:
Why do characters who end up in Fantasy World stay?
Not everyone would want to, or should, but I thought it would be focus on a character whose only goal is to get back home because of mundane issues like the new car getting towed, work, rent and so forth. As such I am entirely re-doing the novel from scratch and altering a lot of character roles. Or shall, in time; I'm doing up notes at present so things are more solidified in my head when I start out.
then the desire is not to write.
- Hugh Prather
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Life In The Big City
I’m a long, long way from home
And anyone that I know;
Said nothing held me there
Oh, if only that was so.
I know I said I’d never leave
But it was just too hard to believe
I know you’ll think that I lied
But my love I swear I tried.
I’ve been walking down lonely roads
Just going with the flow
I sometimes wish you were here with me
But it was too long ago.
I wouldn’t know you if we met anymore
I burned my bridges and I closed my doors
This is truly what I do believe
Though sometimes I still grieve.
Having sex with strangers
That I will never know
They keep saying “Do you love me?”
And I keep wanting to say no.
I know I said I’d never leave
But it was just too hard to believe
I know you’ll think that I lied
But my love I swear I tried.
Some days I think of you still
And wonder how I fell so low
Sometimes I wish I could see you
But there’s nothing I’d want to show.
I wouldn’t know you if we met anymore
I burned my bridges and I closed my doors
This is truly what I do believe
Though sometimes I still grieve.
I sometimes think we’ll meet again
And our eyes shall catch and glow
Or we might pass by as strangers do
And maybe just say hello.
I know I said I’d never leave
But it was just too hard to believe
I know you’ll think that I lied
But I swear I tried, I swear I tried.
Maybe we could just say hello.
Maybe we could say hello.
And anyone that I know;
Said nothing held me there
Oh, if only that was so.
I know I said I’d never leave
But it was just too hard to believe
I know you’ll think that I lied
But my love I swear I tried.
I’ve been walking down lonely roads
Just going with the flow
I sometimes wish you were here with me
But it was too long ago.
I wouldn’t know you if we met anymore
I burned my bridges and I closed my doors
This is truly what I do believe
Though sometimes I still grieve.
Having sex with strangers
That I will never know
They keep saying “Do you love me?”
And I keep wanting to say no.
I know I said I’d never leave
But it was just too hard to believe
I know you’ll think that I lied
But my love I swear I tried.
Some days I think of you still
And wonder how I fell so low
Sometimes I wish I could see you
But there’s nothing I’d want to show.
I wouldn’t know you if we met anymore
I burned my bridges and I closed my doors
This is truly what I do believe
Though sometimes I still grieve.
I sometimes think we’ll meet again
And our eyes shall catch and glow
Or we might pass by as strangers do
And maybe just say hello.
I know I said I’d never leave
But it was just too hard to believe
I know you’ll think that I lied
But I swear I tried, I swear I tried.
Maybe we could just say hello.
Maybe we could say hello.
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Sunday, May 15, 2011
Sometimes I dream the world is good
Sometimes I dream the world is good
And I know I know that you do too
A place where everything turns out okay
And love can always be true
And it’s a world I’ve never lived in
And I know I know it’s one I want to see
And I don’t know what I’d give up
For such a world to be
And I’m thinking too maybe you don’t know
And I wonder I wonder if anyone does
Or if we just keep on going around
But I sure hope not because
I have seen this world that never was
I wonder I wonder and hope you have too
And I hope you’ll come along with me
And somehow make it true
A world’s out there waiting to begin
And I wonder I do what it will be
I know you must too I see it in your eyes
‘Cuz together maybe we can
And together maybe we will
And I know I know that you do too
A place where everything turns out okay
And love can always be true
And it’s a world I’ve never lived in
And I know I know it’s one I want to see
And I don’t know what I’d give up
For such a world to be
And I’m thinking too maybe you don’t know
And I wonder I wonder if anyone does
Or if we just keep on going around
But I sure hope not because
I have seen this world that never was
I wonder I wonder and hope you have too
And I hope you’ll come along with me
And somehow make it true
A world’s out there waiting to begin
And I wonder I do what it will be
I know you must too I see it in your eyes
‘Cuz together maybe we can
And together maybe we will
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Thursday, May 05, 2011
The Daffodils, or, It's raning and my allergies are acting up.
By: William Wordsworth, after finding his wife in bed wth STC and learning his poems about childhood stemmed from abuse at the hands of his mother.
I meandered pretty as a cloud
Singing while high o'er home and hills,
Drugs ran out and I heard the sound
A host of falling coloured pills
Beside the lake, I let out a sneeze
And they danced away on the breeze
No longer happy and not fine
Thinking of semen as the milky way
I saw my home and a light shone
I saw where Sam had been today
Ten thousand sins seen at a glance
Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance.
I screamed in fucking agony; they
Just pointed and waved with glee
A poet could not but be gay,
I loved my wife's company
I gazed -- all glazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
Remembering mother strange moods
That make black unpon the inward eye
And make me want to say things rude
I remember the axe, and pleasure fills
My heart, dancing with blue pills.
I meandered pretty as a cloud
Singing while high o'er home and hills,
Drugs ran out and I heard the sound
A host of falling coloured pills
Beside the lake, I let out a sneeze
And they danced away on the breeze
No longer happy and not fine
Thinking of semen as the milky way
I saw my home and a light shone
I saw where Sam had been today
Ten thousand sins seen at a glance
Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance.
I screamed in fucking agony; they
Just pointed and waved with glee
A poet could not but be gay,
I loved my wife's company
I gazed -- all glazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
Remembering mother strange moods
That make black unpon the inward eye
And make me want to say things rude
I remember the axe, and pleasure fills
My heart, dancing with blue pills.
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Monday, May 02, 2011
Spare Change
Spare some change?
begs a hand thrust
out of tattered rags.
Most of us
have no change to spare;
Most of us
never change at all.
begs a hand thrust
out of tattered rags.
Most of us
have no change to spare;
Most of us
never change at all.
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