It's Me It's Me, A Blogwright

Sometimes I just wish I had a screenwriter so always the correct, helpful, comforting, problem-solving, or correct-preventative statements would come out of my mouth. Watching old sitcoms and movies from the Forties and Fifties, such lovely wisdom and just so pertinent remarks are made so routinely, American-home-spun wisdom. Being raised in Chicago, I wish I had plenty! I do so want to be a wise, loving, and helpful person to my family and dear friends. At times I feel just being silent and then go home and write and edit and rewrite and then crumble up what I shoulda, woulda, coulda said -- is it too late to say? Is it to presumptive of me to say? Does this person really want an opinion or comment or just really wants an agreement or justification from me regarding what is being conversed about?
Am I thinking too much? Should I have said something at the time, rather than just feeling? At times I just feel so much, it gets me tongue-tied!

Life, sometimes I just feel so inadequate...

In the past, I knew someone who really never had a conversation with anyone. He was handsome and witty, however; but all his conversations were actually from movie scripts. With any subject, he had memorized script from every single movie he had ever seen. People would laugh and say, "Oh, that is from such-and-such movie"; or "they said that on such-and-such-tv show last night." He got mad at me because I told him I would really like to have a real conversation from him, with his own words; then, much to my embarrassment, everyone else started picking on him, telling him to actually talk "on his own". He told me, I said that because I couldn't name all the movies or tv shows; well, I couldn't because at that time I really wasn't watching any tv at all--was hanging out at jazz clubs and with the musicians or playing PacMan. Yeah, this dates me, lol. Mad was not my temperament at all! I did find out that some folks considered him kinda mad or kooky! Never saw him after that, wonder what happened to him...

Sooooooo, perhaps it is great that I do not actually have a personal screenwriter after all?

Still, I will keep working on being a better me in all ways, seen and unseen, known and unknown.

Yeah, sometimes I throw in song-lyrics or quotes from things I have read. Not as bad as you-know-who, though, and I did do so totally unaware, completely innocently, not trying to be witty at all... So, sorry if it got some people upset. Well, truthfully, lately I am doing it on purpose because people laugh. Won't do it much! Really...

Water resting in the air
Water, water everywhere

People walking in the sun
talking, sweating, having fun

Destitute people sleeping outdoors
so sad being one of the poors

Rich people walking down the street
don't look at others they consider "beneath"

Others dancing in fountains wet
happiness and innocence are around yet

Such dichotomy at the Loop
Art, music, culture and poop

Double, Double toil and trouble
Never realized how appropro
Shakespeare is to cleaning clothes
Out nasty spot!

Yellow Butterflies


I remember yellow butterflies
on the green prarie ocean they slept
Suddenly to my surprise
all at once they did arise
Hundreds taking to the azure skies
like flowers gliding up through the air
an arial ballet so beautiful I wept
I often wish to be once more there
Yes, I remember butterflies


ELiane