In meter, caesura (alternative spellings are cæsura or cesura) is a term to denote an audible pause that breaks up a line of verse. In most cases, caesura is indicated by punctuation marks which cause a pause in speech: a comma, a semicolon, a full stop, a dash, etc. Punctuation, however, is not necessary for a caesura to occur.
A timely pause. Caesura is when an author wants to punctuate a phrase, for timely affect. When he wants to make a point linger, for just another beat. When an author physically denotes "WAIT! WHAT I JUST SAID NEEDS ANOTHER SECOND TO MARINADE!". I learned this in one of my favorite movies, Eddie and the Cruisers. And even though that movie might be a bit corny and pedestrian, I love it. And I love the idea that there is a functional item in English grammar that tells us to hold on, hold up; pause.
And even though I butcher the English language daily by acting like I can write, it's important to me to know that these types of things exist. A timely pause is used all the time, in writing, in music, in movies, and in life. What makes it so cool is that we use this type of thing all the time, in everything that we do, unless you're like a courtroom reporter or something. How often have we been talking to someone, and we say something important, and we just kind of let the listener sort of hang for a minute? It's important. It's very useful and can be very powerful.
I tend to think that my life may be a Caesura. My entire life. Like my soul did something great, or horrible or evil in a past life, and my existence today, while maybe entertaining or humorous to some, may just be a timely pause for something greater, in the next life. I feel I am worthy of something great, something less ordinary, but what it is just hasn't ever occurred to me. Maybe I know that I've been a part of greatness, and my soul is resting, sitting this one out. That doesn't mean that the potential for greatness isn't here, because I know it is. But maybe I'm not supposed to be anything wonderful, not supposed to be anything memorable. Maybe I'm just supposed to be Nothing In Particular.
Predestination is something I've thought much about. And if my life has been predetermined, in this lifetime, to be one of little or no consequence, then I've pretty much lived up to that potential. But, when I think about predestination, I always think there might be that instance of chaos that may interrupt an otherwise well thought out plan. Isn't it possible that I could just stumble onto something great, something unique, something interesting? As much as I think about life, love, sports, music and whatevah, I have a good chance of just running into something don't I? Didn't Bucky Dent accidentally hit a three run homer for the Yankees against the Red Sox in 1978 in a deciding playoff game? Dent had 40 homeruns in 12 seasons, which ain't alot, yet he is most known for that one single hit. There's no way Dent said to himself "jack this ball out of the park dude" when he went to the plate in that game in 1978. But he did it. And so maybe I'm Bucky Dent of the blogosphere. Maybe i'll put a good swing on one, just one time, and hit one out of the park. At any rate, I keep going to the plate, putting good swings on each pitch, hoping something good will come of it. Sometimes I'm guessing, and other times I'm over thinking the game, but in the end, I'm giving life professional at-bats.
So a timely pause, maybe this life is that. Maybe it was meant to be that. But for the life of me, I can't see one reason to think that the chaos factor couldn't come into play, and send my life on a different course. I am waiting for greatness, always have been. And maybe greatness isn't something that spends, or can be singled out or can be traded for. Maybe I am the human Caesura. Maybe this life is just a pregnant pause. But I've been looking for my chaos moment. Looking, waiting, and hoping. If it doesn't ever happen, then I am not a failure. I am just a man, a father, a son and a disciple of the world. I am who I am, and I hope. And I hope and I look and I think. And then write about it a little. I guess it couldv'e been worse.
A timely pause. Caesura is when an author wants to punctuate a phrase, for timely affect. When he wants to make a point linger, for just another beat. When an author physically denotes "WAIT! WHAT I JUST SAID NEEDS ANOTHER SECOND TO MARINADE!". I learned this in one of my favorite movies, Eddie and the Cruisers. And even though that movie might be a bit corny and pedestrian, I love it. And I love the idea that there is a functional item in English grammar that tells us to hold on, hold up; pause.
And even though I butcher the English language daily by acting like I can write, it's important to me to know that these types of things exist. A timely pause is used all the time, in writing, in music, in movies, and in life. What makes it so cool is that we use this type of thing all the time, in everything that we do, unless you're like a courtroom reporter or something. How often have we been talking to someone, and we say something important, and we just kind of let the listener sort of hang for a minute? It's important. It's very useful and can be very powerful.
I tend to think that my life may be a Caesura. My entire life. Like my soul did something great, or horrible or evil in a past life, and my existence today, while maybe entertaining or humorous to some, may just be a timely pause for something greater, in the next life. I feel I am worthy of something great, something less ordinary, but what it is just hasn't ever occurred to me. Maybe I know that I've been a part of greatness, and my soul is resting, sitting this one out. That doesn't mean that the potential for greatness isn't here, because I know it is. But maybe I'm not supposed to be anything wonderful, not supposed to be anything memorable. Maybe I'm just supposed to be Nothing In Particular.
Predestination is something I've thought much about. And if my life has been predetermined, in this lifetime, to be one of little or no consequence, then I've pretty much lived up to that potential. But, when I think about predestination, I always think there might be that instance of chaos that may interrupt an otherwise well thought out plan. Isn't it possible that I could just stumble onto something great, something unique, something interesting? As much as I think about life, love, sports, music and whatevah, I have a good chance of just running into something don't I? Didn't Bucky Dent accidentally hit a three run homer for the Yankees against the Red Sox in 1978 in a deciding playoff game? Dent had 40 homeruns in 12 seasons, which ain't alot, yet he is most known for that one single hit. There's no way Dent said to himself "jack this ball out of the park dude" when he went to the plate in that game in 1978. But he did it. And so maybe I'm Bucky Dent of the blogosphere. Maybe i'll put a good swing on one, just one time, and hit one out of the park. At any rate, I keep going to the plate, putting good swings on each pitch, hoping something good will come of it. Sometimes I'm guessing, and other times I'm over thinking the game, but in the end, I'm giving life professional at-bats.
So a timely pause, maybe this life is that. Maybe it was meant to be that. But for the life of me, I can't see one reason to think that the chaos factor couldn't come into play, and send my life on a different course. I am waiting for greatness, always have been. And maybe greatness isn't something that spends, or can be singled out or can be traded for. Maybe I am the human Caesura. Maybe this life is just a pregnant pause. But I've been looking for my chaos moment. Looking, waiting, and hoping. If it doesn't ever happen, then I am not a failure. I am just a man, a father, a son and a disciple of the world. I am who I am, and I hope. And I hope and I look and I think. And then write about it a little. I guess it couldv'e been worse.
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