Sunday, October 7, 2007

Next Stop

Parts of Hawthorne's 'Haunted Mind' reminded me of Rod Serling's intro to the famous Twilight Zone TV's a bit from Hawthorne...and lemego see get Serling's...


In the depths of every heart, there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and revelry above may cause us to forget their existence, and the buried ones, or prisoners whom they hide. But sometimes, and oftenest at midnight, those dark receptacles are flung wide open. In an hour like this, when the mind has a passive sensibility, but no active strength; when the imagination is a mirror, imparting vividness to all ideas, without the power of selecting or controlling them; then pray that your griefs may slumber, and the brotherhood of remorse not break their chain. It is too late! A funeral train comes gliding by your bed, in which Passion and Feeling assume bodily shape, and things of the mind become dim spectres to the eye.

The Haunted Mind


Here's a couple of Serling's introductions...


You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wonderous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead—your next stop, the Twilight Zone!

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area we call the Twilight Zone.


Carnegie Hall kids on again...and talking about music summer camp...I went to one for two summers at ISOMATA, and while I never got to Carnegie Hall!, being up in the mountains made a life long longing to be in the mountains, and played a big part in my being in the here and now. Then it was the Idyllwild branch of USC, I think, or maybe that is what it is now, with an emphasis on art I think. They talked about five hours of practice, and mine was like that...orchestra, orchestra ensamble, band, band ensamble. and I had to play revelry in the morning!! Still, there was time for ping pong, and swimming, and the evening programs by the teachers were a marvel. My school band teacher was the conductor, so I had his encouragement, and my folks...and grateful for that.

Tree in the Door
Oct. 6, 2007

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