Ok, due to popular demand, I have created an MD blog and posted the aforementioned memoirs upon it,
I'm sure you all know to read from the bottom up when reading blogs and in this case they should probably be read in order.
So there they are.
My Blog: Youthful Harlot's Curse
My Blog: Youthful Harlot's Curse
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
You actually remember Joe Gee? Moksha do we know each other?
I think I'm talking 'bout another Gully, though lord knows there are several that serve to siphon off spring run off....In fact I just realized that what I thought was "just another gully" for years is actually Parley's Hollow (since the interstate cuts across it, I never got a sense of it being all one thing or connected to Parley's canyon. Aslo seeing it from the ground is confusing at this point in history, but Google maps helped correct my perspective (I've been reading a book on the history of Parley's Hollow and trying to get a sense of what earlier versions of the Salt Lake Valley/SLC might have looked like).
That smokestack may still be there for all I know. What a image of hell it is in my mind: the jolly face of "Colonel" Saunders smiling out over radioactive tailings...
I think I'm talking 'bout another Gully, though lord knows there are several that serve to siphon off spring run off....In fact I just realized that what I thought was "just another gully" for years is actually Parley's Hollow (since the interstate cuts across it, I never got a sense of it being all one thing or connected to Parley's canyon. Aslo seeing it from the ground is confusing at this point in history, but Google maps helped correct my perspective (I've been reading a book on the history of Parley's Hollow and trying to get a sense of what earlier versions of the Salt Lake Valley/SLC might have looked like).
That smokestack may still be there for all I know. What a image of hell it is in my mind: the jolly face of "Colonel" Saunders smiling out over radioactive tailings...
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
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Thanks for the comments, guys. I appreciate it.
Utah is such a weird place. For so many reasons. And I actually love and miss a great deal about it. I'm getting more and more consumed with homesickness every passing year, too. I'm excited I'm going to be spending a few months there soon and I'd like to write more about my experiences from the perspective of present meeting past. But I have major reservations about "autobiography" and "memoir," partly because of their ubiquitous presence in current publishing.
One thing I do know, and frankly its something I wish the Mormon church would learn, is that you truly can not escape the past. As I'm sitting here writing this, for example, I am wearing clothes my mother wore in North Africa over 50 years ago. That's right, I'm my mother. Well, not really. At least I sure hope not. But when I was home in October I raided her hoarding closets and made off with some lovely gems.
What I'm sporting today is a cool house coat---wait, stop right there. Did I actually just type "cool house coat?" Well it is---a long, button-up smocky dress hand sewn from rough, bark-cloth with tiny red roosters in the pattern and shiny scallop edged red buttons. My mother wore this in Utah too when I was a baby and I loved those red buttons. I grabbed it out of total nostalgia, but turns out its as genius around-the-house wear for the hot, muggy summer climate of New York City as it was for Tripoli, Libya.
On my feet I've got a pair of her old Libyan leather sandals: toeless slip ons that feature an "Aladdin-esque" pointed curl over the arch. She wore them in Libya and Utah, I remember briefly copping them in High School, how is that they're not yet worn out? I guess curing leather in horse urine really is a good thing.
Anyway, I'm serious about working with "history" and it's always urgent importance. That's why I've got this sabbatical for a project that, among other thing, deals with the status of so-called "historical" fiction. (I'm not trying to be coy, but I'm not saying more about it here, at least not until I have a publisher. I've had ideas ripped off before after injudicious internet blabbing about them.)
Utah is such a weird place. For so many reasons. And I actually love and miss a great deal about it. I'm getting more and more consumed with homesickness every passing year, too. I'm excited I'm going to be spending a few months there soon and I'd like to write more about my experiences from the perspective of present meeting past. But I have major reservations about "autobiography" and "memoir," partly because of their ubiquitous presence in current publishing.
One thing I do know, and frankly its something I wish the Mormon church would learn, is that you truly can not escape the past. As I'm sitting here writing this, for example, I am wearing clothes my mother wore in North Africa over 50 years ago. That's right, I'm my mother. Well, not really. At least I sure hope not. But when I was home in October I raided her hoarding closets and made off with some lovely gems.
What I'm sporting today is a cool house coat---wait, stop right there. Did I actually just type "cool house coat?" Well it is---a long, button-up smocky dress hand sewn from rough, bark-cloth with tiny red roosters in the pattern and shiny scallop edged red buttons. My mother wore this in Utah too when I was a baby and I loved those red buttons. I grabbed it out of total nostalgia, but turns out its as genius around-the-house wear for the hot, muggy summer climate of New York City as it was for Tripoli, Libya.
On my feet I've got a pair of her old Libyan leather sandals: toeless slip ons that feature an "Aladdin-esque" pointed curl over the arch. She wore them in Libya and Utah, I remember briefly copping them in High School, how is that they're not yet worn out? I guess curing leather in horse urine really is a good thing.
Anyway, I'm serious about working with "history" and it's always urgent importance. That's why I've got this sabbatical for a project that, among other thing, deals with the status of so-called "historical" fiction. (I'm not trying to be coy, but I'm not saying more about it here, at least not until I have a publisher. I've had ideas ripped off before after injudicious internet blabbing about them.)
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
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Re: My Blog: Youthful Harlot's Curse
Blixa wrote:Ok, due to popular demand, I have created an MD blog and posted the aforementioned memoirs upon it,
I'm sure you all know to read from the bottom up when reading blogs and in this case they should probably be read in order.
So there they are.
How do I see your blog?
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