Eleanor and her Biographer are spending much of February on the road, collecting thoughts and words as they go. They plan to return to the refurbished Little Room, with the manic energy necessary for the final 34 postings on This Side of Paradise.
They have jointly issued the following statement:
"We thank you for reading, and sincerely hope that you will scroll down on this page -- if you have not already -- and read some of our adventures to date. This has been a year-long journey into the creative process. We plan to finish our ascent to Posting Number 500 with both drama and a bit of whimsy. We hope you will keep following the 'ascent' with us, right up to the wire. We appreciate your patience."
In addition, Eleanor has issuedher own statement:
"I collected some of my moondust (I finally remembered where I hid my ultra-secret stash) and traded it in for several more Moleskine notebooks. I'm not going to let a single word from a single thought get away from my Biographer and my story. I like road trips, though, and we've seen some magical things so far. Like the Full Moon, happening today. I've already collected enough new moondust to replace my stash, and it should last for the rest of the month. It's going to be moondust tea and inspiration and perhaps, if I'm lucky, I'll get to interview my Biographer again (see January 22, 2009). He thinks I'm keeping things from him, which I probably am to be honest, but really, I mean, really -- nobody's ever truly an open book, and, well, he's been keeping a lot from me, this I know, and I need to see how what he's been keeping from me relates to his writing, and then, specifically, what it means for me, you know? Now, I have one last comment to make, and I hope that everyone reading this will pay special attention, because --."
(Please Note: The last section of Eleanor's statement is smudged -- most likely from the abundance of moondust. We regret that we have been unable to reach Eleanor to fill in the blanks.)
(Addendum: Eleanor insists that she didn't smudge anything and blames the messenger.)
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"In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed."
-- William S. Burroughs
5 comments:
what happens during the times Eleanor doesn't want to go anywhere, but YOU must? do you lock her up and leave her behind? please document that fight, when you can. we love conflict and bitterness. well...some of us, at least. well, ok, just me.
I'm guessing there will be some degree of conflict and bitterness along the way. Any fights will be documented. Sometimes, an argument with Eleanor (or fight) leads to the best words of all. She has plenty of angst, though she hates the word "angst." She would prefer "torment."
For you, Alex, I think Eleanor will manufacture some tense moments. It gives her more time in the spotlight, after all.
One does not ever really reveal all- not even to themselves "E". We keep so much even from ourselves which if we are lucky in dream it will be revealed - but then you have to remember it and accept its reality. I know I can fly for instance - I do in my dreams --I just have to figure it out in my physcial life - and when I tell people they do not believe me. Can you understand that "E" - flying and all?
Has Geoff been covered with Moondust too???
Tell Eleanor that the moleskin notebooks are brilliant...sometimes actually WRITING the words allows our mind to slow down and catch the swirling thoughts and reign them in. It's the power of observation and thoughtfulness of which you and Eleanor both have in abundance. Good words Paradise.
barbara -- Eleanor says that she believes you can fly, in dreams and in real life (aren't dreams real life too?).
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CK, we've written our words in our notebooks, and now it's time to bring them to a larger venue. The month of March is going to be filled with adventure!
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