Through The Bars Of A Rhyme
Without Prejudice
I wish I had written that line.
From Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits.
" And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme "
Mark Knoffler is a genius wordsmith. He probably doesn't think he is, but that line alone makes him one.
It's a simple truth. A feat so hard it's almost impossible.
A writer paints in words what an artist creates in the visual.
And finding that elusive simple truth, is what the writer struggles with.
They know what they want to say but have to convey an emotion, a memory, beauty, misery, in a simple way that exactly fits.
" It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"
The opening line in A Tale Of Two Cities by Dickens is another example of a simple truth. In few words, the tone is set for the entire book.
Or The Pogues and Shane McGowan's, Fairytale Of New York,
" It Was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
Won't see another one"
A writer wants to encapsulate a second in time, fix it, paint it in the sky for all to see. To share the words to evoke an emotion. Especially a memory. As life sadly, sadly is but memory as the future has not arrived, yet.
We all speak these days of living in the moment. Truly living, not just existing. And trying to achieve it in our hurried, harried " busy " lives seems almost impossible.
If only we could capture it. Encase the golden moments in amber translucence. So on the dark shitty days. " When the dog bites, and the bee stings" we could break it open and view once again the beauty. Sniff at the scent of " simple truth" and have our senses flood with it.
When we become once again that higher being we strive to be. The child, the innocent, we always were and hope to be again.
I wish I had written that line.
From Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits.
" And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme "
Mark Knoffler is a genius wordsmith. He probably doesn't think he is, but that line alone makes him one.
It's a simple truth. A feat so hard it's almost impossible.
A writer paints in words what an artist creates in the visual.
And finding that elusive simple truth, is what the writer struggles with.
They know what they want to say but have to convey an emotion, a memory, beauty, misery, in a simple way that exactly fits.
" It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"
The opening line in A Tale Of Two Cities by Dickens is another example of a simple truth. In few words, the tone is set for the entire book.
Or The Pogues and Shane McGowan's, Fairytale Of New York,
" It Was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
Won't see another one"
A writer wants to encapsulate a second in time, fix it, paint it in the sky for all to see. To share the words to evoke an emotion. Especially a memory. As life sadly, sadly is but memory as the future has not arrived, yet.
We all speak these days of living in the moment. Truly living, not just existing. And trying to achieve it in our hurried, harried " busy " lives seems almost impossible.
If only we could capture it. Encase the golden moments in amber translucence. So on the dark shitty days. " When the dog bites, and the bee stings" we could break it open and view once again the beauty. Sniff at the scent of " simple truth" and have our senses flood with it.
When we become once again that higher being we strive to be. The child, the innocent, we always were and hope to be again.
