Let Me Write

let me write

In her book The Shock of Arrival: Reflections on Postcolonial Experience, Meena Alexander writes: "...attempts to gain access to an intimate language that can also work in the public sphere--essential for an imaginative writer--can turn harsh, even bruising. The truths of self, far from being sanctioned by tradition, ratified by a body of canonical knowledge, seem mere eruptions, one-shot affairs, nervous outbursts of desire." Writing seems to me now, a similar experience. In each piece of writing, there may be an initial satisfaction in its appearance, but later it seems only a snapshot of how I felt then--almost a lie to myself. Who knows how or when a person will change? It is a personal dilemma when I write, especially if it is in a journal.

Many great writers say that the key to writing well and avoiding writer's block is writing often; many also keep journals almost religiously or at least set aside an assigned place and time to write, when they should not be disturbed. But how often do they flip back at their older works and realize that something is no longer true? Or perhaps, if they had published it, and someone close to them had read it, there would have been an emotional rift between author and said person?

And there is the fear that the public would not even accept the work at all. Shouldn't it be a masterpiece, beautiful, poignant, like that novel that moved us so much just recently, with its eloquent but honest words, wrapping themselves around the mind and breathing out a deep sigh as the last page was turned? So many want to read only things of great quality, captivating language that makes us admire the very art of writing itself. Don't authors fear clichés, or the hate of an audience that cannot understand what the author meant to convey, or perhaps the subtle mistake that was overlooked during edits?

What are honesty and truth, but the deep secrets and feelings within us that have the power to lay bare our own mistakes, to bring grins of recognition and empathy, to tear open the hearts of others who, doubtless, will want to read what we present to the public? And yet, what is writing a work of literature, but capturing a moment or era in time, before and after a change occurs to the character we follow?

But let me not be held back by fear, or at least be driven forward by the fear of never being able to write something decent again. Let me write with naked honesty, raw emotion, but also with elegant prose, refined poetry nested within carefully chosen adjectives--something candid but polished. Let me write for an Audience of One--the way a true author writes. 

Innocent Steps’ korean movie dancing transition with The Cardigans (Park Young-hoon, 2005)

Lovely Literary Art Prints featuring quotes By Famous Authors by Evan Robertson

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We teach females that in relationships, compromise is what women do. We raise girls to see each other as competitors, not for jobs or for accomplishments— which I think can be a good thing— but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are. If we have sons, we don’t mind knowing about our sons’ girlfriends, but our daughters boyfriends? ‘God forbid!’ But of course when the time is right, we expect those girls to bring back the perfect man to be their husband. We police girls, we praise girls for virginity, but we don’t praise boys for virginity. And it’s always made me wonder how exactly this is supposed to work out because *laughs* the loss of virginity is usually a process that involves *laughs*… We teach girls shame. ‘Close your legs!’ ‘Cover yourself!’ We make them feel as though by being born female, they are already guilty of something. And so, girls grow up to be women who cannot say they have desire. They grow up to be women who silence themselves. They grow up to be women who cannot say what they truly think. And they grow up—and this is the worst thing we do to girls—they grow up to be women who have turned pretense into an artform.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie  (via coyotegold)

"THROW A BLANKET OVER IT!"

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