if you were wondering about the title of my blog it is from one of my favorite books of all time A River Runs Through It.
it is a beautiful story,
the two brothers in the book remind me a lot of my brother and i,
we have a beautiful story.
here are a few lines and you will know what i am talking about:
it is those we live with and love and should know who elude us...
now nearly all those i loved and did not understand when i was young are dead, but i still reach out to them...
eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. the river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. on some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
i am haunted by waters.
8 comments:
Wow, what inspired your thinking about that story?? lol, which do you like better, book or movie?
And yes, beneath the rocks, lies the word . . .
PS, don't ever be late for church, work, or fishing
maybe we should watch that movie again soon.
two things:
1. your picture looks very nice. like....real nice.
2. i saw that i was added to your interests. and well, i'm flattered.
the book by far...
Welcome to the bloggery.
Bagen, you need to stop talking about fishing. We need to streach some lip together...Soon.
We have much to talk about and knee deep in a river dosen't sound like a bad place to do it.
This is one of my favorite books. Norman Maclean had a way with prose which reminds me, for whatever reason, of Stephen Crane and Zora Neal Hurston. Quite an unlikely grouping of authors. All I can atttibute the similarities to is how their words make me think and feel. Love it.
Thanks so much for this beautiful page...
Paul returned seldom to Montana during his life. He went on to become Chairman Emeritus of English Literture at The University of Chicago. Upon retirement, he commented to a friend he wasn't certain what he wanted to do. His friend pointed out the dichotomy of his position and that he had never written a book himself. He asked what he should write about, and his friend replied "Write about what you know." Recalling his fathers charge "Someday, when you're ready...you might tell our family story. Only then will you understand what happened and why.", he returned to Montana and wrote the book.
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