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The Gleanings Project: The Call of Stories

“Upstairs Cafe at Art School” Phone Photo, DS

Coles, Robert. The Call of Stories. Boston, MA: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1989.

487 words

“As I have continued to do psychiatric work with children, I have gradually realized that my teaching has helped that work along –– by reminding me how complex, ironic, ambiguous, and fateful this life can be, and that the conceptual categories I learned in psychiatry, in psychoanalysis, in social science seminars, are not the only means by which one might view the world.” (Coles, xvii)

“The conversations have been about certain books which I use and use in various courses . . . a collective exploration of the personal responses . . . suggestive power . . .” (xviii)

“Concentrate on understanding her, not on trying to change her behavior.” (9)

“I wanted to hear more about her, not about the ‘symptoms.” (10)

“I allowed the patient’s ‘agenda’ to take over . . .” (13)

“As active listeners, we give shape to what we hear, make over their stories into something of our own.” (19)

“Why not let her story keep unfolding . . . “ (20)

“Few would deny that we all have stories in us which are a compelling part of our psychological and ideological make-up.” (24)

He ended with a plea for ‘more stories, less theory’.” (27)

“Their story, yours, mine, –– it’s what we all carry with us on this on this trip we take, and we owe it to each other to respect our stories and learn from them. “ (30)

“It’s sad the way people get lost when they run up against other people.” (42)

“She was able to announce, at one point, that Pride and Prejudice offered parallels of sorts to the circumstances in her high school.” (43)

“Sometimes, it’s those ‘down’ moments when you do your best thinking.” (49)

“There are worse words than cuss words, there are words that hurt.” (51)

“Her stories worked their way into the everyday life reality of their young lives: watching their mothers iron, and thinking of a story; watching a certain heavy drinking friend, relative, neighbor, and thinking of a story, watching children in church, and themselves in school, and thinking of a story.” (57)

“You feel ashamed of yourself for those ideas, until you get to realize that lots and lots of people (maybe everyone) has them –– at least sometimes.” (59)

“With a novel . . . [if] you take things slowly, and get your head connected to what you are reading then (how do I say it?) the story becomes ours. No I don’t mean ‘your story’; I mean you have imagined what those people look like, and how they speak the words in the book, and how they move around, and so you and the writer are in cahoots . . . feel his isolation, his bad luck, and react with anger at the wrongs done him.” (64)

“Some novelists, of course, are forthrightly concerned with ethical reflection.” (82)

“The stories are emotionally powerful and have a strong effect on the students.” (89)

“We got together weekly from then on.” (93)

Meandering Through the Writings of Others as a Lament Practice: Saint Maybe

“Gardens at Ceperley House” phone photo DS

Here are today’s explorations:

Tyler, Anne. Saint Maybe. 1991.

870 words

*** Even so there were moments when he believed that someday, somehow, he was going to end up famous. *** That was the spring that Ian’s brother fell in love. ***  culture *** Step across the street and borrow the pinking shears. *** dialogue, plot development ***  I was mainly odds and ends to my ex-husband and I wanted to be shed of them as soon as possible, Lucy said. *** Characterization *** But airmail! I admired that! I asked if she would like to have dinner. *** There was this about the Bedlows, they believed that every part of their lives was absolutely wonderful . . . When bad things happened . . .  Bee treated them with eye-rolling good humor as if it were the stuff of situation comedy. *** Both sides of the family as far back as anyone could remember had been teachers. *** None of Danny’s previous girls could hope to compare with this one. *** no working wife for Danny *** social culture *** That husband of hers must not have been much, considering how far he’s fallen behind on the child support. *** I felt a rush of sorrow. *** Ian had almost reached the point where he could take her for granted. *** The cat threw up on the oyster behind the couch. *** But what she didn’t seem to realize that a person his age had to have a social life and a social life took money. *** Can I ask what you think of this dress? *** I guess after this I won’t be free anymore? *** list of specialized kitchen utensils *** You have way, way overstepped, Mom. *** This Lucy, calling up the minute Danny’s back is turned . . . *** It is seamless to betray; so easy. *** When Ian passed through the hall, he sent his father a commiserating look. *** metaphor about spring *** show not tell, a ladder of chalk squares *** I’m following this recipe that says simmer covered, stirring constantly. *** Women who looked like that never needed to consider other people. *** Agatha, you and Thomas will have to stay here and babysit. *** He wondered how people endured children on a long-term basis – the monotony and irritation and confinement of them . . . *** He already knew that nothing in life would ever be the same. *** It must be a two-pill nap, or even three-pill. *** then they all got divorced. *** (You could almost think sometimes that their mother wasn’t there behind the face anymore.) *** Sometimes, lately, there were holes in the way she did things, places she just fell apart. *** Their mother never drank at all. She said drinking made her say things. *** You’re not the boss of me! *** BECAUSE of what I told him . . . *** He wished it was something he could go to prison for. *** Did she think, if only Dot’s car hadn’t broken down? *** Without high heels she seemed downtrodden . . . *** So what if he’d known? *** How long will I have to pay for a few tossed off words? *** I always say, get up and scrub the floor if you can’t sleep. *** insight, foreshadowing *** Our family’s never held with sleeping pills. *** Scraps of songs sailed past, Monday, Monday, and Winchester Cathedral and . . . *** This is what we’ve come to now that people phone instead of writing . . . *** She isn’t even kin. *** weaving in pop psychology, patriarchal culture *** The effort of reading and rocking him made him slightly motion-sick . . . *** I caught her shoplifting. *** She wasn’t meeting some man, she was shoplifting. *** Ten days after he dies, I let them go finally. *** The scent of detergent and fresh linens gradually filled the house. It wasn’t such a bad Christmas Eve after all. *** Forgot to put his parachute on . . . *** Pray for me to be forgiven. *** He rested all his weight on God . . . *** If only you could climb into photographs. *** A wall could serve as a phone directory. *** One door was white and one fender turquoise. *** Wasn’t Ian the hero though? *** Daphne was playing hopscotch with the Carter girl. *** Ian comes too. He’s the one who keeps us all together. *** Lucy went out and got herself pregnant. *** He left her. *** She hired herself a big-shot city lawyer and sued for child support. *** years of desperation *** Surely private detectives were sworn to secrecy . . . *** The burden is that you must forgive. *** Was he blind or what? *** It was said that his wife left him for a younger man. *** His fingers felt weak as if he had come through an ordeal. *** I think I’m more the one-night-stand type, if you want the honest truth. *** Tomorrow afternoon we clean house. *** Ian started building a cradle from Virginia cherry . . . *** Wasn’t it Christian of you to take this time away from your duties, she said. ***