Avalon, of Arthurian legend, place of lore. America, perhaps the same, stories of arrival in this country retold through generations, oral history. The beginning of this film, Avalon, always struck a cord because while this fictionalized families history may be different from our own, it is his sense of wonder at a new world that reminds us of our own dreams. Possibility, hope, for now, for the future, for a better life, and what that translates as is so purely individual perhaps in specific want but the emotion of it is more universal. But it is that individual freedom that is so important.
the edge of the world glows green
the farthest horizon that can be seen
An original combination of words rings a bell that can never be unheard. Though often unrecognized as such until repeated, for what in this world hasn’t been said? ~ Teri Skultety
“Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.”~ Anais Nin
And that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a Hell,
And that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a Heaven.
To bring me stories from the world
And secrets not to tell
Of beauty held and love sustained
And roots released from the pain
Of all the dreams I sought to gain
That never were and never came
But made forgiven, rendered meaningless
In his presence, at his kiss,
My roots were deeper than the roots, of any other branch or twig,
My roots were deeper than the roots, and he began to dig.