Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Clouser's Flies.

By training, I am a classical musician. My college years were mensurated by a metronome, beating out parties and social ties, and beating in Bach, Dowland, Torroba, Piazzolla, and Segovia. I spent many late nights with men....all of them years dead. Alone in a room, I would shut off the lights and practice in blackness for hours (at least 5 a day) -- feeling like a madwoman trapped in a tower, I let my hair down (it was long, and had there been a prince he could have climbed up, had he the courage), and tried to play my way out...making beautiful sounds to hale men's souls out of sheep's guts...

But like the pied piper, the strings snaked coils around me and sounds followed me home. My ears, my mind...were (and are) never truly silent.

This was long ago. Now, the sounds following me are of waters -- my soul being haled.

And, as I was once given scales, arpeggios, and Bach suites to learn to perfection, I am now handed a plastic bag containing a book, "Clouser's Flies," some hooks, and some dumbbell-eyes. 

Study the master, I'm told.

And so I do.

I put up my growing-out hair, awkwardly thick, and flick on the lonely light above my desk -- the light, who looks down on everything I do; but contrary to that person you can never please, my light -- my light looks down with approval -- not always with what or how I am doing something, but for why I am doing it. Ah! Brilliant, that color marabou....I swear, he flickers encouragement. My dog Banjo sees it too. Ask him. His eyes always have answers. These eyes -- they are of one who sees all, but does not speak. Milky golden-flecked Magic 8 balls of wisdom, melting species and language into hot chocolate. Sip slowly. Sometimes wisdom is too hot - hard to digest - at least right away.

I tie on, in ambient silence.


Streamers -- with flattery in imitation; yet proudly, solely, my own -- flash, marabou, fox-hair, mink. And by the end of the night I am covered with creative refuse, from trying to make something beautiful out of fur and feather. Trying tie my way out...

....to waters.


The light flickers. I've done well.

49 comments:

  1. Bob's wonderful streamer.

    You have done well.

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  2. Pow! Nice, Erin! Great writing as usual...and awsome flies. Bassin' on Friday?

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  3. Looking great-- I especially like those last 3: can't wait to see the fish they fool...

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  4. Dang Erin. Seems like you knock it out of the park on every post. Great read. Those flies don't look too bad either!

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  5. its like you touched my soul in this post

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  6. Suddenly everyday turns magical and mystical.

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  7. I love the post, almost like a (very long) haiku.

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  8. Brk Trt - Thank you, and I hope to have done justice to Bob's work!

    Anonymous - Why yes, I just happen to be planning on it!

    Brian J. - Thanks, and I can't wait either. Friday is their test!

    John - Thank you!

    Ty - Wow! Thanks! Glad to hear you're enjoying the reads...and thanks for the comment about the flies!

    Dustin - Then, what I could never manage to do with my music, I have done with my words...

    Cofisher - Imagination :) When life gets bad, you have to have it.

    Anthony - Thanks! I hadn't looked at it that way. I never write long poems because they intimidate me, but maybe I inadvertently write them!

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  9. Erin ~ The gift you have to weave words together, forming a tapestry, is touching the hearts of many. Please keep using this God given blessing ... You are not done playing classical music ... Weaving words instead of notes!

    Jim
    Two Guys ~ Wet Waders & Flies

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  10. Jim - Thank you so much! And no, I shall not be done writing and weaving until people tire of reading. Ah ha! You know the Classical Guitar repertoire! For, I did not make mention of my instrument! ;-)

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  11. Ah yes the golden guilded hair :-) The envy of even Rapunzel and woven into the dreams of many a farm boy ;-)

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  12. Oh and how I wished to be a fly on the wall as you battled those old men.
    Hope those fingers weave their way back to the cat gut threads and your new passion will pluck out a song of fish swimming up the fretted neck of a stream.

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  13. Look like some fish catchers to me. Nice work. Did you tie these with bass in mind?

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  14. sgb - Fingers might yet find their way back...

    Jay - Thanks, I hope so! And yes, I was thinking bass.

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  15. i always feel fulfilled after reading one of your posts. i never feel like i have been cheated. your writing is just superb. plus, those look like mighty nice flies.

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  16. You are awesome. Yup, that's all I have to say.

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  17. sgb...how did you know what this farm boy was dreaming about?

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  18. Ivan - Thanks! Fulfilled....like a good belly-laugh early in the morning. :)

    Ryan - Thank you, thank you, thank you! And that's all I have to say.

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  19. Erin
    I remember when I first started tying flies, boy did I stay up late nights. Collecting hooks, tools, hair ect......One could almost say I became obsessive about it. I tied so many flies I began giving them away as grab bags.
    I found a peace in tying similar to that which I find when I get lucky and am the first person to stand in the mist of a refreshing river at daybreak. Your writing is very image orientated and a pleasure to read of your emotions both old and new.

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  20. A twig in water - Yes, I feel the obsession growing. ;) There is a peace and magic about tying flies that is unlike anything else....thanks for your comment and for reading!

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  21. Dustin - My instrument was classical guitar.

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  22. I'll never look at my desk lamp in the same light again. You are a tyer of flies but you weave words into magic!

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  23. Kevin - Thank you! And I smile to think you will now have a magical lamp too...

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  24. sweet I have played guitar for 17 or so years

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  25. You are lucky that you found one of those magic lights, so full of "hot wisdom". I got duped and bought one with that little devil inside. "try this, try this, oh just give up already" he says to me.

    Enjoyed the post!

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  26. BCFNerd - haha! And thanks!

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  27. Another well written post EMB, and awesome to see you mentioned on Trout Underground.... JGR

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  28. JGR - Many thanks! And I totally wasn't expecting that TU awesomeness. ;) Cheers!

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  29. I'm not sure what I like best about this post..the writing or the great looking flies!! A couple of those patterns would work wonders on the local carp population.....Jeff

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  30. Sweet notes,flowing, through the fingers, Flamenco....you were a cowboy....gracias

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  31. High Plains Jeff - They work very well on bass, I've just found...but will have to try carp! Thanks a bunch for reading and for the comment!

    Marc - You're very welcome...thank you for reading!

    Herringbone - Ah! Thanks much, my writer friend. Yes, I was a guitar playing cowboy. ;)

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  32. Lovely stuff as usual Erin.

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  33. I adore how you described your light.

    Fabulous looking flies - can't wait to see the nice bass they bring to hand!

    -stephanie

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  34. OK, I'm hooked... and Delius springs to mind.

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  35. Tom - Many thanks, and thank you for reading and the kind words!

    Stephanie - Thanks! Some bass were caught yesterday....pictures soon to come. :)

    Alan - Glad to hear it! Delius, the composer... Frederick? Good stuff!

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  36. My first visit. Refreshing writing Erin. Glad I found you.

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  37. Excellent work---I wish I had the patience you have to turn out streamers like those you have tied. Somehow I have got to get into the fly tying mode. The winter months hopefully will give me more time, I may be asking you for some advice. Thanks for sharing

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  38. Lovely writing again Erin and those look flies look deadly!

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  39. Bob - Glad to have you reading, and that you enjoyed it!

    Bill - I am sure I'll be doing a lot more tying this winter as well. Now, just tying a few in the evenings and on days too windy to fish!

    Martin - Thank you! And, they did indeed end up working quite well!

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  40. Good grief.Is there room for my comment? You haven't forsaken the likes of the great Segovia for some farm boy-cum-fishbum have you?

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  41. Hart - Ah, there is always room. And Segovia has taken a backseat to the farm-boy-fish-bum...but you know the fish-bum....can you blame me? ;)

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  42. Reading that made me want to rush to my bench. Great writing as always. I love how everything becomes a character in your pieces, your own enchanted world.

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  43. If I had to choose between 5 of my favorite bloggers you would easily be on that list!

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  44. Fontinalis Rising - Thank you so much for your reading and taking the extra time to comment...means a lot to me! And yes, inside my head is a veritable children's book...always including talking animals. :)

    Dustin - Wow...you've left me speechless...and thankful.

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  45. well if you check my blog you are on that list lol

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  46. Wow...thanks! And I am truly honored by your kind words. (Also, glad it isn't in a "perverted way") ;-)

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