So I figured I'd not really get around to regular blogging, if I kept striving to be theme and thought oriented. Here's a bail out in the meantime that I acquire the knack of those desired "blogging" virtues.
I seem to come across way too many lines and verses and prose, and just words, that make me stop, and smile. Occasionally frown. Mostly always think...
So food for thought today? The title itself. A sentence that I caught in an article on the Guardian (UK) about Anne Boleyn.
Her rise is glittering, her fall sordid.
I don't know if I comply to defines of normal - I don't care much either way - but words excite me. Especially when they're put together in strings of mutual amiability. Like they're entities thrown together by someone, who sits back to watch them at play.
In case of the title of the post, the words have bonded marvelously. There's just nothing ingenious about what they claim. Yet, there's some degree of genius in the way they do it.
For me, anyway. It makes me think. Initially and primarily of the subject in reference, Anne Boleyn - a character in history that always elicits a range of reactions, none too mild! And then eventually, my line of thought strays from the focal subject. Forays into the generality of the words, the way they can apply to more than one...
I try to recall names that fit this description and they jump at me, from annals of various times... the sheer range of exploits leaves me in revelation - women seem to take this generic cue too seriously while making history, it would seem...
Marilyn Monroe. Britney Spears. Amy Winehouse. Whitney Houston. Virginia Woolf. Mary Nolan. Princess Diana. If hers can be termed as rise as at all, Monica Lewinsky...? And not so much sordid as news-making, but Elizabeth Taylor?
I can't seem to to think of enough of the top of my head, but I know there are more. Many more.
And I wonder, what part of "rise" and/or "glittering", causes the fall to be sordid. Almost compulsively... Not so rare it seems, is the occurrence of the process reversing itself with some alteration. A sordid living and death. A glittering rise to fame after. Not so romantic as the original, but accountable all the same.