QUERY IN THE BLOGOSPHERE~

 

                                    

March 15, 2010, Eight PM

 

Ladies and Gentlemen:

 

Greetings! The following is query toward publication of my collective works; the lines below are from my work called: "Serendipity" which I am promoting here. For your information, Serendipity is one of two of my narratives. Additionally I have a book in development; I also have a substantial Collection of poems and Song poems in flux.

 

For instance, in abbreviated form, (forty lines only), "poetry.com" has a small collection of my poems. Search "Rosemarie (Columban) Dundon" if you wish. (The poems there are formatted to fit a forty-line dialogue box).

 

Actually Google, (my name) and you'll get a wide variety of good reading!

 

Hence, at long last, I submit my query. I Thank you! for your time, attention to detail and industry circumspect. For your information, my resume, bio and standard cover letter are also attached for your perusal.

 

Let me include a synopsis: It is thus~The discourse in this narrative is three things:

1)The development of a Moral Compass, Personal Philosophy and view

2)The coming of age, or "Passing of the Torch," and

3)The Examined life. The point comes clear that one should not take it lightly that they must earn their place at "the adults table."  It asks: Are we too free? Our position in the cosmos is also a reverie here.

 

The speakers are: God Himself, Omnipotent, all Powerful, and Lugh:  Who was once thought to be "The presiding deity of all human knowledge and all artistic and medicinal skill," a Young Lass, Deirdre, Her beau, Tom, and Her Grandma, "Nanny."

 

 

 

Development:

Early on Deirdre gets rid of her muse, and substitutes that relationship with one in kind, one to her maker.  Like shedding skin, fledgling like, she attempts to understand "The Flower of One's Age," They develop a thesis.

 

Exchange: A discourse it attempted to discuss what is commonly understood about dating, theology, philosophy, relationships, what is right and wrong, and our relationship with our maker.

 

"The Elephant in the room": The idea of the exercise of free will and the free will concept leave her bereft. We discuss the progression of time and what a person's life is and isn't; we discuss what one calls knowledge today and what was once "Fact." A sense of the mission in life, and finding it, are related, debated and enumerated.

 

Progression:

A gypsy appears at an opportune moment and gives a reading without a fee, to deliver a message "from beyond here." She recommends that the couple take a trip "mountain climbing," and soon they are at the precipice, in search of a "love of the unselfish kind."

 

Precipice:

They reach a plateau and an understanding of love, life and liberty. Nanny breaks up the momentum before much can transpire. Once home again, their discourse picks up and they decide to "marry and not tarry." Toward the end, there is a progression toward old age implied. First, Deirdre wants more information on what is, what should be and what to do. Nanny offers her best allegories... Nanny dies, and it is recognized "how fragile, temporal and insignificant are we..." (This would easily be a trilogy. I have a skewed second narrative which is still in development, called: "Eudora and friends)."

 

Their resolve~

The joys of life and death as a harsh reality are without retort, and they decide to live the best that they see fit and to the extent that they are able.

 

You might be better served with actual excerpts which may suit you best. I am not a good salesperson. (You would know that if you've read my resume...)

 

The first and last words belong to God, Omnipotent…

God closes with, "       I am not a myth, and I will reach them how I please; whether it is through you or "The First Mover"[1] question, or some newly found information.

            Some of these same great thinkers perhaps think not that I may only want a dialogue between the scientists and the believers.  In my time, I reveal all I want to be known. [2]

 

As an aside, One's perspective is imperishable, and style 'tis original firstly, and best of all, all we have are ourselves discovering a world of endless learning. Perhaps my views are dated, but they are authentic, effective and reasonably interesting, I understand. My bio and resume are attached to this communiqué.

 

Thank you for your critique.

 

God Speed.

Rosemarie

 

In case you're still interested, the narrative begins thus:

 

God:                Ah, a gathering of all the "must see people;" the bright and the beautiful ones, the haves, the capitalists, the gabbers, and the other halves; it's a dinner and a dance a chance for love and romance.

                        It may take an entire lifetime for most to learn that there are loves and then there are other friends whom stay far beyond the reaches of youth, earthly beauty and this lifetime; they awaken each other to all life has to offer; they offer constancy, goodness, fruitfulness and peace. Seek the beauty within first, but do not be blind to what I have made, be it comeliness or intellect or both.

                         Leave your purpose to me, and just "Come back the way you left"[3], complete, an angel of heaven, equipped with all he needs to overcome the darkness of the world of man; you will age, and return to me whither you choose to or not. In the end, even if you have denied and defied me in life, you will come back as either my child or my adversary. Remember that the head is the portal of the soul; do not defile either.

                        Disobey me all your earthly years, but when I say, "Come," you will;[4] enjoy your dancing years, and when wisdom and age have come, whether they arrive together or not, advise and guide the younger; tell them they should "…not to be enslaved to the body and the appetites,"[5] like you have already been warned, because you know quite well you will shed the body and go on our way to paradise or some other station elsewhere.

                        Considering yourself always on "stand-by" to a flight to heaven, to the throne of God, you must live each day as if it were your last to the best of your ability. Cherish each other, all, because there are no disposable persons. Always in your life be as a small child,[6] curious and inquisitive, speculative, hopeful, but never combative, cruel or mischievous. Above all, cast away any arrogance, no matter your learning or experience; conceit[7] is treachery and a pathway beyond hubris, and eventually, your own early demise. Do not come to me too soon, because of your own folly, instead come when I am ready, when all I sent you for is accomplished. Walk with all your ancestors in tow.

 

I know in the least you are amused. It would be great to hear from you if you were to request the rest of the manuscript. In any case, I thank you

again for your attention, focus and industry.

 

Yours truly,

Rosemarie Columban Dundon

E: ballyvalleygirl1@verizon.net.

 

 

 

A FRIEND OR A FEIND? I POSE THE QUESTION!

Dear Friend:

Friends are allowed to speak freely. I don't want any relationship that is not based on communiqué, respect and honesty. My only reservation is I went and wrote what I should have spoken already, in passing, in conversation.

I cringe at the idea that you will tell me how inadequate I am, but that's your job, because friends do that kind of thing all the time.

These are some thoughts I've had about friends. A poem I wrote years ago…

Friends are like cheerleaders and traffic cops, on one 
hand, they don't shut up for you, and the other never 
stop shutting up for you. A friend's ears and mouth 
are like revolving doors and safety vaults, never at 
fault. 
Friends know when to stay out of the way. 
Friends know what to and not to say. 
Friends are like trees, their roots firmly planted. 
Friends will never leave you empty handed. 
Friends provide kindness when they can even when it 
leaves them branded. 
Friends are absent when needed, should be heeded when 
needed and state the truth rather than leave you 
robbed of reality. This too, tells you what you mean 
to them, you see?? 
Friends are those who know they don't need an 
invitation, and friends are those who help you face 
the nation, initiations, gyrations, machinations, joys, sorrows, 
and happy days; in many ways, friends are those who 
will be the last to say "Goodbye" and the first to 
say, "Get out." 
Friends can be gentle, friends can be tough, friends 
can be factual, and that can be rough. 
The best thing about friends is that that can be. 
(LIKE YOU) 
Love, 
Rosemarie 

So, are you or are you NOT my friend?

It's not clear to me, and it makes me angry that I am insulted by your lack of remarks on the fact, the truth and the Lore.

 
 

Dear Greg:  "Dear Greg" is that the same as friend?

I would not bother to write if I thought you unworthy of my time. Most would be on the defensive and never see you again; after your remarks about NOT being my boyfriend; that's" the poll" of the Rosemarie's BUD's Crew.

I do not seek fulfillment in any person, because it comes from within. I am a thinking feeling and caring person, indignant to your remarks, shocked that it sometimes seems you have no rewarding relations to me, and you have all your cards, and that is a problem.

Anyone, including you can be too safe, too stifled and too restrained.