We have a tendency to do what we want. I was reading a book over the weekend that talked quite a bit about that. It’s called “The Imitation of Christ” by a man called St. Thomas a Kempis. Not everybody is Christian, obviously, and I’m not going to preach everything he says.
But I think Tommy Boy has a keen observation of people. Everybody’s had at least one thing in their life that they really wanted, and was really not good for them. When we embrace that hurtful thing, it hurt us, and we’re left to pick up the pieces. When we run away from it, we’re happier down the line. Any writer can take away something from that.
With that in mind, let’s listen to some music and do some reading.
SONG OF THE WEEK
“The House of The Rising Son”, covered by the Animals
I actually posted this on my Tumblr last week. Something about that guitar is haunting. So are Eric Burdon’s wailing vocals, to say nothing of the story he’s telling.
QUOTE OF THE WEEK
“Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law
My services are bound. Wherefore should I
Stand in the plague of custom, and permit
The curiosity of nations to deprive me,
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines
Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base?
When my dimensions are as well compact,
My mind as generous, and my shape as true,
As honest madam’s issue? Why brand they us
With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops,
Got ‘tween asleep and wake? Well, then,
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land:
Our father’s love is to the bastard Edmund
As to the legitimate: fine word,–legitimate!
Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,
And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper:
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!”
Edmund from William Shakespeare’s King Lear.