“Well, look who I ran into,” crowed Coincidence.
“Please,” flirted Fate, “this was meant to be.”
Photo from “The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories,” Joseph Gordon-Levitt, http://www.hitrecord.org
On Halloween, October 31, 1926, magician Harry Houdini died from appendicitis. On his death bed, Houdini promised to send a message from the grave to his wife Bess. My novel pays tribute to his relationship with his beloved wife and this very special secret code.
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By Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
If you are a hopeful romantic like myself, and you enjoyed the poem above, perhaps you might like my novels? Yes, yes, shameless self-promotion, but starving artists must do what they can. 🙂
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I’ve never liked the phrase “hopeless romantic.” That means romance is a hopeless task. Shouldn’t it be “hopeful romantic” instead? Why is love, and the desire for it, considered hopeless? As Richard Bach once said, “Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.” Why is that hopeless? Shouldn’t we all be hopeful about love?
Vincent van Gogh’s The Starry Night is one of the most famous and amazing paintings of all time. What if, however, some company today decided to market that painting by adding a Manhattan city skyline to make it more modern? Maybe even add a guy talking on a cell phone? Haven’t you always wondered what it would look like that way? No? Really? Well, how about modernizing the Mona Lisa by giving her sunglasses and a modern hairstyle? And adding Leonardo da Vinci himself into the painting performing a lewd sex act? No? Tacky, you say? That’s art! Don’t mess with it!
Now imagine, taking Wuthering Heights and adding in a racy bondage sex scene. Yikes! Another terrible idea, but this one, folks, is real. E-book publisher, Clandestine Classics, is releasing beloved classic literature, such as Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights and Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, with new scenes, namely hot sex scenes. I have no problem with sex. This rant isn’t about that. This is about changing someone’s work.
You see, over time, a piece of art eventually becomes part of the public domain, meaning no one owns the copyright. Once it’s in the public domain, anyone can use it as they see fit, making greeting cards out of famous artwork, selling books, etc. They can even change the work, if they so desire.
While it may be legal, it is unethical. Being in the public domain, does not give someone the right to mess with another’s work. If they want to resell that work, fine. We live in a world of commerce, I get that, much to my chagrin, but changing it is a whole other thing. Art is genuine expression. The creator felt the need to express something, whether that be an emotion or point of view, through music, words, painting, sculpting, etc. It shouldn’t be changed. Otherwise, it becomes a lie. Those new passages in Wuthering Heights are not Emily Bronte’s words, not her thoughts, not her feelings. That book is what she wanted to express. If she lived today, maybe she would have written a different story, but she does not, and her books are her books, period. Take ‘em or leave ‘em but don’t change ‘em. The words of some modern hack should not be inserted to make a profit.
Let me tell you, as a novelist, I put a lot of work into my writing. I feel every blasted word I write. Most real artists do. If someone took my book once it was in the public domain and added stupid scenes to make it more “modern,” I would come back and haunt the heck out of them.
What type of world do we live in that classic literature has to be sexed up and dumbed down for people to buy it? Why must everything be a gimmick?
Seriously, this publisher should win an award for Worst Idea of All Time, and the people who buy these books should be labeled as idiots.
I’ve included below the source article for this story:
With the one-hundred-year anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic, and the re-release of the movie, Titanic, in 3D, I decided to experience a similar luxury liner, the Queen Mary, which is docked in Long Beach, CA! Above are some of my photos from the trip, but if you’d like to read more, my experience was documented in an article for Yahoo News (please click the Yahoo link to read). Yes, being aboard will make you feel like “King of the World,” and you’ll be hard pressed not to yell “Jack, I’m flying!” with your arms spread wide, or “Iceberg! Right ahead!” Unfortunately, you won’t find James Cameron, Kate Winslet, or Leonardo DiCaprio anywhere on board, but it’s fun to pretend!
The historic Pickford Building, built in 1927, is set to be destroyed. Once a film studio lot, everyone from Charlie Chaplin to Marilyn Monroe shot movies there. Now owned by a real estate investment firm, the lot is to be turned into a 6-story “fancy” building. Read more below:
It’s always sad to read about a piece of history being destroyed.