Friday, September 15, 2006
In my long, long hiatus from blogging, I had been reading the epistolary works of Rainer Maria Rilke, "Letters to a young poet." I had also been stepping in and out of Amy Tan's realm, "Opposite of Fate," and Yasunari Kawabata's dark and tangible, "Beauty and Sadness." On some days, when I know I need a jab of cynicism, I read one of J.D. Salinger's "Nine Stories."
All the time, I was writing notes, short and long, between pages, wherever my thoughts belonged. Sometimes, it felt I was creating a story or a mini-world in small pieces of post-it notes, which I deliberately positioned to protrude from the edges of the books. All I have to do is pull up that small portion of the paper and I am back in a world of memories and imagination. There, I hide for portions of time until the present becomes a past.
I hope one day I can grow the courage to write about the present.