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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

IWSG_THE SILK ROAD of WILLIAM FAULKNER'S GHOST


William Faulkner, ghost, here.



Alex Cavanaugh has established this fine tradition:

Writers supporting one another as do the stones in an arch bridge -
http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/

Roland is off bringing rare blood to the ailing, so I am here to stand in his stead:

Why do I title my support article, THE SILK ROAD?

The Silk Road (from German: Seidenstraße) or Silk Route

 is a modern term referring to a historical network of interlinking trade routes

across the Afro-Eurasian landmass that connected East, South, and Western Asia

 with the Mediterranean and European world, as well as parts of North and East Africa.

 Extending 4,000 miles, the Silk Road got its name from the lucrative Chinese silk trade along it, which began during the Han Dynasty (206 BC – 220 AD).

Trade on the Silk Road was a significant factor in the development of the civilizations of China, India, Persia, Europe and Arabia.

Though silk was certainly the major trade item from China, many other goods were traded, and various technologies, religions and philosophies,

as well as the bubonic plague (the "Black Death"), also traveled along the Silk Routes.

The path you take in the quest for your novel is the Silk Road for you.  It is both a short path and a long one:


from the head to the heart
to the fingers.


But most writers run afoul of a roadblock from the head to the heart. 

Or if they traverse that perilous plain, they will find only staleness at the end of their fingers.

My advice for that?

Get it down.
Take chances.

It may be bad, but it is the only way you can do anything good. 


The Silk Road to your novel will demand bravery of you.


You cannot swim for new horizons until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.  


It will lead you places you never expected to go, bringing you wisdom or the death of your dreams,

depending on the choices you make, the people with whom you converse.

We writers are a lonely group as the ghost of Samuel Clemens pointed out yesterday. 


Dreams have only one owner at a time.
That's why dreamers are lonely.


We are drawn to those who understand the fire in our souls ... even though sometimes we deny that attraction.

In the '20's, two cities called out to yearning writers:
Paris and New Orleans.

I told myself I was going to New Orleans to get a job on a ship going to Europe. 

I was lying to myself.  Why, we lie so much to ourselves, we could do it for a living.

I wanted to be with people with the same problems and interests as my own,

who would not laugh as I told of what I was trying to accomplish with my prose as so many of the Philistines did back then.

To succeed on the original Silk Road, you had to learn the languages of the nations along that route.




Your own Silk Road will demand you learn the languages of those of whom you write.

It helps if you like people, for you will listen beneath their words


to the aches and longings that they cannot or dare not bring into the light of conversation.


I spent a lot of time with my uncle. 

And every 4 years, he would have to barn-storm to get re-elected as judge. 

I did not nor do I care about politics.  But I cared about the lined faces I saw in my uncle's audiences.

Theirs were not regional problems. 


A man from there had the same struggles
as do we all:

the struggle against his own heart, against the hearts of his fellows

And the struggle to stay the course of the truths by which we must all live.

Truth.


That is a much mocked word in this relative world of today.

"Oh," people say, "what makes something a truth for you does not work for me."

Really? 


Courage, honor, compassion, pity.  Not for you?


We do not practice those to be good

but practicing them has allowed us not to pass away as with the Mastodon despite our fragility. 

One is honest, not to be good, but that is how we get along with one another, to know where we stand in regards to those around us. 

Without compassion, the weak would not endure to grow strong enough to stand on their own.


Love like truth is beyond reason.

You don’t love because, you love despite;

not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
 

To get anywhere along your Silk Road of writing you need a compass.  Here is the one I used:


Unless your characters are in trouble,

it is your novel that is in trouble.


And not just trouble alone.  The struggle to endure must rivet the reader. Why is a reader riveted?

Because he has grown to care about the protagonist due to some resonance that character strikes within the heart of the reader.


Not that the protagonist must be a saint, for who relates to perfection? 

Indeed, maybe the hero has no morality at all, only an integrity to stay true to what he believes to be facts of human behavior. 

But your hero will do what a man or woman will naturally do,

not what a man should do, but what he will do ... maybe what he can't help but do.

Labor to bring your page to life:


The aim of every writer is to arrest motion, which is life, by the artificial means of prose 
and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. 

As a writer, always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors.


Try to be better than yourself.


I do not expect you to remember what I say here, only to perhaps be hit like a tuning fork by something that spoke directly to you.   


Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects,
longer than knowing even wonders. 


If you take nothing else from this lesson of mine, take this:

The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews,

the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews.  

15 comments:

  1. Going to Paris by way of New Orleans sounds good to me. . . in those years I would have wanted to be in Europe as well, and in Paris in particular.

    "The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics."

    Critics seem to think destruction or finding fault with another's creativity elevates their status. Analysis is not objective anymore.

    I never read the critics. Reviewing a book is telling readers about the story, not picking apart the author.

    Thanks, Faulkner, and give Roland my wishes for a healing sleep.

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  2. I can think of no finer advice for a writer than strive to be better than oneself. Allow other writers inspire, certainly, but writing is not a contest, it is a goal.

    Be well, Roland.

    VR Barkowski

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  3. D.G.:
    He never made it that time to Paris but he met like-minded souls who gave him inspiration and affirmation. No wonder he stayed. And in RITES OF PASSAGE, you learn he met Samuel McCord! Who knew, right? I slept 10 hours last night -- now to meet the surgeon! Ouch!

    VR:
    Indeed, a goal we never quite meet nor should we. :-) Thanks for visiting. I was beginning to feel unwanted!

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  4. Trying to let this new manuscript take me to new places. It seems to like the old path though.

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  5. "Writers supporting one another as do the stones in an arch bridge"...

    An apt description of IWSG!

    I need to become less of a review whore. ;-)

    Great post, Roland!

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  6. Alex:
    Perhaps you need to go not newer but deeper. I wish you the best of luck with this journey! :-)

    Jennifer:
    Go where your instincts lead you. They will seldom lead you wrong. Great to see you here!!

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  7. Reading this was was like traveling that Silk Road--so much to see, absorb, and remember.

    Don't like the idea of swimming out of sight of the the shore though. I'm a lousy swimmer and kind of afraid of being out in the water. Maybe I need to think of a different analogy for myself.

    But, yeah, I get what you're saying. This all definitely applies to me.

    Lee
    Wrote By Rote
    An A to Z Co-host blog

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  8. Good post. Especially since I seem to feel a bit unfocused as of late.

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  9. Love the advice and words of wisdom from Faulkner. It's awesome his ghost volunteered to write your post while you were busy at work. Hope you are mending well, and your energy is up. Take care. :)

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  10. Love the advice and words of wisdom from Faulkner. It's awesome his ghost volunteered to write your post while you were busy at work. Hope you are mending well, and your energy is up. Take care. :)

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  11. Loved that last line.
    We tend to judge ourselves from what others might say.

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  12. Being better than ourselves is definitely something to strive for. I do that every time I start a new story. :)

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  13. Truth, beauty, compassion, love...write from your heart and leave your head in the clouds.

    I like the idea of competing only with myself and I always 'swim until I can't see land'.

    Thanks for some great inspiration, but then I expected nothing less.

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  14. Good advice, as always Roland.

    I hope you are mending well.

    .....dhole

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  15. Great post. Definitely need to take more chances and let the chips fall where they may. Great advice all around!

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