The document discusses a man's internal thoughts and experiences with relationships. He feels disconnected from the world and wants an impulsive partner, but the women he encounters leave him feeling unsatisfied and detached. When he meets an understanding woman who stays by his side during difficult times, he doubts her sincerity and worries she will abandon him like others. The writing explores themes of loneliness, desire for intimacy, and difficulty connecting in relationships.
Layering Meaning Into Your Scenes, with Linda Joy MyersBrooke Warner
Linda Joy Myers closes the day with a deep and practical presentation about how to layer detail and meaning into your scenes. In this hour you’ll learn how words paint pictures, how different narrative techniques allow you to deepen the readers’ experience, and how to balance showing vs. telling.
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Cathedral
By Raymond Carver (1981)
This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to
spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s
relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-law’s. Arrangements
were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would
meet him at the station. She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one
summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in
touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn’t
enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind
bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the
blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-
eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.
That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn’t have any
money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in
officers’ training school. He didn’t have any money, either. But she was in
love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She’d seen something in
the paper: HELP WANTED—Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone
number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She worked with
this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that
sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-
service department. They’d become good friends, my wife and the blind
man. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her
face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of
her face, her nose—even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to
write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a
poem or two every year, usually after something really important had
happened to her.
When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In
the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over
her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about
what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I
can remember I didn’t think much of the poem. Of course, I didn’t tell her
that. Maybe I just don’t understand poetry. I admit it’s not the first thing I
reach for when I pick up something to read.
Anyway, this man who’d first enjoyed her favors, this officer-to-be,
he’d been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I’m saying that at the end of
the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said good-bye
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to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer,
and she moved away from Seattle. But they’d keep in touch, she and the
blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up
one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They
talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about her life. She did ...
Layering Meaning Into Your Scenes, with Linda Joy MyersBrooke Warner
Linda Joy Myers closes the day with a deep and practical presentation about how to layer detail and meaning into your scenes. In this hour you’ll learn how words paint pictures, how different narrative techniques allow you to deepen the readers’ experience, and how to balance showing vs. telling.
10 Amazing Robin williams quotes. Lovely and helps great in life achieving success and piece. Learn them and share these quotes with your friends to help them succeed.
1
Cathedral
By Raymond Carver (1981)
This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to
spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s
relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-law’s. Arrangements
were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would
meet him at the station. She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one
summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in
touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn’t
enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind
bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the
blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-
eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.
That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn’t have any
money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in
officers’ training school. He didn’t have any money, either. But she was in
love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She’d seen something in
the paper: HELP WANTED—Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone
number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She worked with
this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that
sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-
service department. They’d become good friends, my wife and the blind
man. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her
face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of
her face, her nose—even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to
write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a
poem or two every year, usually after something really important had
happened to her.
When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In
the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over
her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about
what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I
can remember I didn’t think much of the poem. Of course, I didn’t tell her
that. Maybe I just don’t understand poetry. I admit it’s not the first thing I
reach for when I pick up something to read.
Anyway, this man who’d first enjoyed her favors, this officer-to-be,
he’d been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I’m saying that at the end of
the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said good-bye
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to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer,
and she moved away from Seattle. But they’d keep in touch, she and the
blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up
one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They
talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about her life. She did ...
Mierda! is a narrative experiment where I use a typewriter
to write found and overheard stories of a particular sentimental tone over different found materials, which I then photograph.
Although it’s an ongoing project, it’s current incarnation is as a a book.
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Stories always teach us a lesson which is why you will often hear the moral of the stories highlighted by our parents/grandparents. Stories give us hope; an emotion that is felt from within and reminds us that something good definitely comes out of the most difficult situations. As time passed by, this tradition of telling stories was taken over by other more modern things such as digital pictures. Nowadays not many kids listen to stories but instead are glued on to ipads/iphones and android phones. It is fascinating to see that in various rural areas they have used various props such as puppets and stones to narrate stories, and to our bewilderment they are mind-blowing. Frankly speaking, I miss all those nights when I used to eagerly listen to all those stories and anxiously wait for the end. In fact, I wouldn’t mind listening to them again as they take me back to my childhood. So let’s explore the hidden realms of storytelling with these heartfelt stories.
After receiving a lot of appreciation for my written stories, I have created Heartfelt Stories which is my first eBook of 5 lovely stories. Each one of these narrates the protagonist's journey, overcoming difficult milestones to manifest a beautiful life. Soon, my second eBook will be launched with more fascinating stories to touch your hearts!
1. He stopped right there. He felt like sharing the same useless thought again and again. The pen
stopped right there but not his thoughts. His thoughts went on and on. Like when he walks. He
had the habbit of talking to himself. I don’t know how to explain myself. I tried to talk a lot.
Whatever I do, it just doesn’t work. I am fed up. I’m full of not belonging to this. From the
beginning of the world, when the human being first came into his consciousness, women have
been told many lies. When someone came to them with the purest of heart, they thought
something must be wrong. He thought about writing the most tragic note; to go into public to talk
about the stupidity in humanity. What are the people livening for? Aren’t they supposed to just
enjoy? Why mustn’t they just have sex, smoke and sleep? Why mustn’t Satan watch them
dancing? He never liked to buy roses for her. Not him. She would just accept it. She wouldn’t
criticize it. Probably he could have bought her an expensive feminine watch so that he could
have an easy sex? Then what is prostitution? He hated her from deep in his heart; for so much
belonging to this place. He said but I don’t like to buy you roses or an expensive feminine watch.
Why would you care so much about time? Time! Time! Time! I like to read you a romantic
poem. The more he thought the more he was sure that he couldn’t live with the one who hates
kissing, the one who thinks in sex it is the men who enjoy. He wanted a reckless girl. A psycho
with sudden impulses; time to time jumping on him without a warning, demanding foreplay. He
thought he doesn’t like a dull girl. The one who is nothing but full of make-up. He opened his
eyes to see a girl with a backpack ready for a long journey. They were sweating; the girl dull and
he unsatisfied. But wasn’t it supposed to be filled with love. Then he was conscious again. He
hated it; to be so much conscious of this world. Who cared if some dumbs would smack the door
to shatter this illusion, to take them into dungeon, to announce to whomever they liked to, to read
them “I, as the deputy of God on earth while doing the Mohammed’s custom’ announce you two
wife and husband. The marriage gift from the husband would be his right hand. dadadada.” Now
“I agree”. “I agree”. He couldn’t free himself of this thought while he was rubbing her clitoris
with his right hand. Being dull was too worldly. He laid against the wall and lighted a cigarette.
She started to cry. Was she playing “oh I was virgin just a second ago kind of game” or she just
remembered being taken advantage of at the very young age? While he was filled with a kind of
pity and hatred, tried to hug her. She was dull, feeling detached shouting “get out. Just get out.”
What crime has he committed? Weren’t they supposed to escape and intermingle with each
other? He remembered the beginning of all these. With an enthusiasm he talked to her of this
guy. Oh there is this philosopher. He often rub his nose when he gives lecture. The it came this
face. He ponder on the question “is anyone going to see witness this?” A while ago he took a
paper to write his demands for the new future. “I believe in an angle. For many a time I have
been half in love with easeful Death, Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme.” He
thought he will just finish this task and then achieving that peace. Suddenly just from all the mud
and dirt came an angel. She Showed him the lights on the sky. Then a girl swimming in the lake
under those lights. He poured out himself:
I’d love to kiss you under those lights, at night.
2. Oh if you do, I will never let you go.
And she was right. Right in the depth of catastrophe for him, she came and sat there, saying
nothing. He thought she is not real. She will leave the scene in a while. It’s been months now and
she is still there, decided.