Chewing on Beowulf

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When the latest animated (sort of - pretty darn realish-looking to me) movie version came out, I was eager to see it. I'd read the translated Beowulf ancient poem. I'd heard it performed as close as we can come these days to the way it was meant to be presented: sung and accompanied by a stringed instrument no longer used 'often.' I'd read J.R.R. Tolkien's papers on it (that was his specialty), and I'd also read the amazing book, "Grendel," as seen from the 'monster's' point of view.

I'd been having difficulty seeing any movies at all, especially on the big screen as they caused visual auras of blue and orange, which made the migraines intensify.

I had just reunited with a man separated by time and space, but not by love - after 22 years, and it seemed special to share something important in my life. He'd always be willing to see at least 1/2 of all the movies coming out anyway, and he'd heard good things about this one.

We sallied forth with different starting perspectives.

It wound up that I  talked and talked and talked about the movie for the next 3 weeks. Enough to drive a person insane, but it turned into a good, juicy conversation about life. It brought up so many fundamentals that it became, looking back, the loveliest first real experience we had together in the world of Story this second time around.

I realize there's no actual content here about the story itself, but that will be edited in later. I'm very tired, but I had to get started and put it out here so I'd be motivated to get it finished tomato.  Thanks for your patience until it's whole. Perhaps it will wind up being worth something to someone.

When the latest animated (sort of - pretty darn realish-looking to me) movie version came out, I was eager to see it. I'd read the translated Beowulf ancient poem. I'd heard it performed as close as we can come these days to the way it was meant to be presented: sung and accompanied by a stringed instrument no longer used 'often.' I'd read J.R.R. Tolkien's papers on it (that was his specialty), and I'd also read the amazing book, "Grendel," as seen from the 'monster's' point of view.

I'd been having difficulty seeing any movies at all, especially on the big screen as they caused visual auras of blue and orange, which made the migraines intensify.

I had just reunited with a man separated by time and space, but not by love - after 22 years, and it seemed special to share something important in my life. He'd always be willing to see at least 1/2 of all the movies coming out anyway, and he'd heard good things about this one.

We sallied forth with different starting perspectives.

It wound up that I  talked and talked and talked about the movie for the next 3 weeks. Enough to drive a person insane, but it turned into a good, juicy conversation about life. It brought up so many fundamentals that it became, looking back, the loveliest first real experience we had together in the world of Story this second time around.

I realize there's no actual content here about the story itself, but that will be edited in later. I'm very tired, but I had to get started and put it out here so I'd be motivated to get it finished tomato.  Thanks for your patience until it's whole. Perhaps it will wind up being worth something to someone.