The piece was extracted  adapted from a chapter in a (forthcoming) novel.
I'd say you're quite the perceptive reader. And, thanks so much for
commenting.

Ron

> -----Original Message-----
> From: Tom Matkin [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> Sent: Thursday, November 06, 2003 11:07 AM
> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
> Subject: RE: [ZION] Beholder of Zion
>
>
> Ron,
>
> I'm not familiar with your work, but I get the feeling from this short
> piece that the boy didn't really love SLC. At least not with his whole
> heart. It is fascinating to him, eating at him, part of him, betraying
> him, shaping him, annoying him and clinging to him like a familiar odor,
> but he doesn't seem to love it. It's full of memories bigger than life,
> distorted by a confusion of perception and reality, and he can't quite
> ever seem to square the circle in his own mind. He's a *beholder* of
> Zion, after all, not a *belonger*. Of course maybe that was the point, I
> have no idea what Cee's love of Manhattan was really like either.
>
> Tom
>
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: Ron Scott [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> > Sent: November 5, 2003 5:36 PM
> > To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
> > Subject: [ZION] Beholder of Zion
> >
> > At the present, I'm editing some short stories, columns, poems etc.
> for an
> > proposed anthology.  I thought some of you may enjoy this short piece,
> > relevant somewhat to our discussions today.
> >
> > A BEHOLDER OF ZION
> > By RB Scott
> > C2003, 1986
> >
> >
> >     Cee's love for her Manhattan was not unlike Jed's for his Salt
> Lake.
> > As a
> > youngster he lived near enough to walk to the center of the city after
> > school and on weekends. Often, he would sequester himself in the back
> of
> > the
> > vast oval Tabernacle on Temple Square while Alexander Schreiner's
> fingers
> > worked their magic over the five keyboards on the console of the
> massive
> > pipe organ. At times it seemed as if the performance was intended
> > specifically for Jed, hiding out, alone with his imagination in the
> upper
> > balcony. There was something positively uplifting, calming about the
> > haunting tones and accompanying reverberations that emanated from
> those
> > towering Sequoia-like pipes.
> >
> >     On occasion, he slipped up the tight circular stairs that led to
> the
> > choir
> > seats, which spread out like a hillside meadow between the forest of
> > massive
> > pipes and a furrowed valley of wooden pews, each one planed and sanded
> by
> > the callused hands of Jed's ancestors and their brethren. Sitting on
> those
> > benches, as he regularly had for general conference in April and
> October
> > and, later, for concerts by the Utah Symphony Orchestra, he imagined
> > Paradise, communing face-to-face with one departed ancestor or
> another,
> > that
> > God lived up the hillside, there in the hollows of those majestic,
> > euphonious trunks of native pine.
> >
> >     Four blocks from home, he played out a different, if equally
> > fulfilling
> > fantasy. On the gridiron in the stadium at the University of Utah:
> five
> > seconds left in his mind, he would race down the field, cut left
> across
> > the
> > grain, dive as his outstretched arms crossed the goal line, snaring
> the
> > pass
> > with his fingertips. The fans would be going crazy as his teammates
> > hoisted
> > him onto their shoulders; he had lived righteously, fought the good
> fight,
> > and now God, being just, had blessed him with a winning touchdown
> catch --
> > against BYU!
> >
> >     Deeper into the sprawling campus he'd roam the university's old
> > cavernous
> > library, pulling books with strange-sounding titles from the shelves,
> > selecting one or two of them to take to the his hideout in carrels
> > sequestered, entombed deep in the stacks, reading for hours as if he
> was a
> > diligent graduate student gathering research for a Master's thesis.
> >
> >     It was there he read that babies need not be cut-out of their
> > mother's
> > bellies; that Benjamin Franklin had been an incorrigible womanizer;
> that
> > his
> > church's original prophet, Joseph Smith, opened a tavern in his
> family's
> > manse in Nauvoo, Illinois, and that his successor, Brigham Young, and
> > members of the Quorum of Twelve Apostles once made regular use of
> > spittoons,
> > stationed like sentries at doorways leading to the holiest sections of
> the
> > temple. And, that many actually thought New York City was a quite
> > wonderful
> > place, not at all the horrific den of thieves and murderers and
> hookers
> > his
> > parents and the local newspapers made it out to be.
> >
> >     Right then and there he learned that perceptions often bear no
> > resemblance
> > to reality and that reality has everything to do with how one beholds
> it.
> >
> > ????
> >
> >
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