Monday, June 28, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I took some time to breathe in my favorite book this very morning. To absorb the sadness of flowers. Oh, I have more to say about the sadness of flowers. But that will have to wait.
Will you take a look at the page I made on ImageKind? If you like some of the photos I've been taking lately, you can have them turned into greeting cards and the like.......Here's the link, and also one on the side bar: ImageKind.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
from Simone Weil's book Waiting for God:
In the first legend of the Grail, it is said that the Grail (the miraculous vessel that satisfies all hunger by virtue of the consecrated Host) belongs to the first comer who asks the guardian of the vessel, a king three-quarters paralyzed by the most painful wound, "What are you going through?"
This is a question I try to ask, that I've been working through, around, that the characters in the novel I'm writing at the moment, ask or refrain to ask each other. A simple question that is most difficult to ask, to arrive at. I'm re-reading the really brilliant, god-send of a book, Why This World: A Biograpy of Clarice Lispector by Benjamin Moser. To write what she wrote, what did she go through? This is the question that seems to permeate the biography.
Near the end of the book Moser talks about an interview conducted near the end of her life, February 1977. From Moser, "The footage is difficult to watch. With her famously penetrating gaze, Clarice stares straight at the interviewer, her face an almost immobile mask. She sits in a drab leather chair, clutching a big white purse in her left hand and a Hollywood cigarette in her right, burned hand. Smoking incessantly in the middle of a giant gray studio, punctuating the interview with long, pregnant silences, she answers the question in her strange and unmistakable voice."
I wish I could speak Portuguese, but it's magical to hear her voice, that alone. Moser, thankfully, includes quotations from the interviews in his book, in translation. In talking about the reception of The Passion According to G.H. she notes the discrepancies in understanding. She says, "It either touches people, or it doesn't. I mean, I guess the question of understanding isn't about intelligence, it's about feeling, about entering into contact."
It all comes down to this, I think, to the question of understanding. To feeling. And as for one's writing, it either touches people, or it doesn't.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
"With such riches, why make ugliness? I've always felt like a depositary of these gifts, responsible for them. One must overcome one's own dejection, suffering, and doubts, and buckle down to the immense job of painting, which is a baptism, an immersion in God's beauty."
(from Vanished Splendors: A Memoir, Balthus)
A day of oddness, rejection. These are not necessarily unhealthy moments. They can solidify one's position. For example, I am firmly on the side of loveliness.
So. Here's to overcoming one's dejection, rejection, doubts. To the lost and to the found.