Shawn L. Bird

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poem- time travelling July 6, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 pm
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For my eighteenth birthday

He wrote me a song.

Flutes and strings danced

in my honour,

a musical farewell,

recorded on cassette.

I filled the rest of the tape

with a treasury of captured moments:

His playing, my laughter,

melancholy dreams.

All synthesized on

The Lost Tape.

.

Years of wondering where it went.

.

Today.  My birthday

I picked up an empty cassette case,

and it was not empty.

The case showed my face,

listed harp tunes by me, but inside

not me:

Ancient history.

A birthday present

from eighteen year old me

to middle-aged me,

magnetic taped

memories,

for time-travelling.

..

.

I feel inclined to add a photo, which I probably will remove later, so enjoy it while it’s here.  The composer of the song, compiler of the cassette, my grad escort.  Me at 18.  (I had just been swimming, excuse the hair). 😉

grad-sat-backs

 

Time travelling December 8, 2012

Damn.  I just found out that today is International “Pretend to be a Time Traveller Day” and I’m feeling quite irritated that I didn’t know in time to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity to prove that I’m a nut case or to send my Acting class out on assignment.  😉

I love books about time travelling.  I think the first one I read was Lynne Ellison’s The Green Bronze Mirror.  She was fourteen when she wrote it.  I had just turned thirteen when I read it, and I was desperately impressed (and more than envious) that she had been published at such a young age.   It has recently come back into print as an ebook, and while it definitely reads like something written by a 14 year old author, I see what I enjoyed about it.

I love Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series with a slightly obsessive passion.  I ws tortured reading Audrey Niffenegger’s Time Traveller’s Wife.   A  Hallmark movie with Christopher Reeves (swoon) and Jane Seymour called Somewhere in Time (based on the book   Bid Time Return by Richard Matheson) is terribly romantic.  Another great Young Adult book is Your Time, My Time by Ann Walsh.  That one is set in BC’s Cariboo town of Barkerville.  I could never walk past the graveyard without a sigh after reading it.

Here’s a good website listing all sorts of books on the theme, though only one of my favourite is listed. Go visit  Charlotte’s Library.  If you can’t get out to do your own time travelling today, there are lots of options to stay home.

If you can get out today, don some ‘out of time’ clothing and head into town, making poor attempts to blend in.  Be sure to come back and tell me how people respond!

 

time travelling July 25, 2010

Filed under: Commentary,Grace Awakening,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:02 am
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Writing is a way of communicating across time and space. As a teen, I remember a friend ruminating about how his letter was going to time travel to me, and that when I read it, a week or so hence, I’d be in his past. When I read my teen diaries, I’m conscious that I am time travelling back to visit with another self, and I wish I had a little more of value to say about the times and experiences I was having! I was, sadly, a very boring diarist, as I explored my particular obsession ad nauseum. Nonetheless, the power of that time travel is still with me. My diaries are messages to the future that are still there, waiting for an even further flung future. My thoughts, my worries, my dreams are all congealing on those pages, just waiting for a future someone to read the message. Unfortunately, the communication is one way. How I wish I could send a message back to that young diarist and tell her that it would all work out: every last bit of it, as perfectly as could be wished, and assure her that she would find the meaning of the life story she was struggling to understand.

These days, I am spending a lot of time with Francesco Petrarca, a man who loved to write as much as he loved to read. Letters, poetry, essays were left behind him in a tidal wave of very well edited paper. He left us so many messages to the future that are still quoted by philosophers, theologians, historians, and poets. He was a fascinating guy, and it is amusing to read some of the commentators who evaluate Petrarca’s own perception of himself. He was apparently a blatantly proud self-promoter, using his celebrity with aplomb and thoroughly satisfied with his own worth. Although he wrote of his frailties of faith, his words suggest that he was humbly proud. He would be blissful that we are still pouring over his words today, and yet not particularly surprised about it. He believed his words were worth something significant; after all, his master work was his “Letter to Posterity” which he fully intended for people to be reading long after his death.

I am absolutely adoring the ‘Franco’ who is being revealed to me as I read his writings, and those of the philosophers, historians and such who have analyzed his life. I think I’m falling head over heels in love with him, actually. Funny how his intellectual charisma reaches across time through his words, and draws us to him. I can see him at a cocktail party, gathering an audience as he asks tricky questions, delights in argument and good conversation, and has everyone enchanted. Thanks for your words, Franco. I wish I could travel back to 1370 and tell you myself.

 

 
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