Writing… January 7, 2009
Posted by eternalwriter in English, Français, blurb, overflow, professional procrastinating.trackback
In his last post, my friend Cavalier (in French!) said something about writing, the kind of writing that sometimes escapes, sometimes goes in ways we had not expected. It got me thinking.
Lately I have been both very inspired and very frustrated with my writing. In fact, so much is happening, which I just can’t seem to write about.
I hope that someday, someone will explain how come I seem to always end up with anonymous blogs where I just cant’t talk about my life in precise terms.
Maybe it’s just not how I write… Maybe even if I could talk, I would leave the details out. It appears I cannot find a middle ground betweens words that sound like the lightest touch ever, and words that feel like getting hit with a snow shovel in the head.
Oh well…
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Et ça me fait penser que le langage le plus cru c’est peut-être pas celui qu’on croit; peut-être, oui, que c’est plutôt celui qui décharne et qui serpente, qui se déchire de ne rien dire et de tout dire en même temps,
comme la tempête de neige qui sévit derrière la fenêtre,
comme une session qui commence et dont on a oublié de se préoccuper,
tout en même temps ou rien du tout, un détritus d’ascenseur, un chèque qu’on a oublié d’encaisser,
merde je voudrais tellement, tellement vous dire que…
(À suivre, peut-être / To be continued, or not)
I thought you just said quite a bit, with just the right tone.
Personally, I’m the kind who needs hit on the head with a snow shovel to understand some things, to be certain.
Yes, I guess it’s just some form of aesthetic preoccupation with the writing… Although it does seem, at times, like “ordinary words“ cannot even begin to say what I am trying to say. (!)
I write anonymously because I need the anonimity to keep sanity in check.
But most of all … it lets me pretend that I am sheltered from the backdraft if everything blows up.
I have 2 blogs … one with my name on it and one which you know of now.
Its like a lie but not a lie.
A mask to hide the true hideousness.
The only thing is I am no longer sure which one is the uglier side.
Is it not so, Mr.Anderson?
Blogging is hard for some, isn’t it? Hope you are well.
Hi Paul… Actually, I am on strike (at my job). Have been for a month now. It sort of… takes the words — at least the interesting ones — out of me, I swear… Am hoping that this will not last a lot longer. Hoping to be back soon.
Hey Julietta, I’m sorry to hear you are dealing with such worries. I hope this strike will ultimately be of great benefit to you; and the words are there in you, temporarily muted, but building.