Beautiful writing left to us by authors who penned their thoughts and troubles are often so electric and joyous that they are enough to help us through the dark night. Often when there has been negative communication or a hopeless breakdown or even just a hopeless, cold longing... the wonderful words of another human being put to page many years ago are like a guiding light for the heart and mind. Tonight, as I read Dusklands, I found myself thinking wow mid-page and wanting to start again just to try to absorb more of the incredible poetic prose and imagery as it oozed from the page and filled my mind like a tiny vessel.
These words written for the sake of ones own sanity are so much more rewarding than those death words sent by ex-lovers and friends. Death words... the only words I know when it comes to love. Never the less, these are the words by which we learn and suffer. And through suffering and learning comes greater understanding and creativity. The simple joys of life become all the more appealing and pleasure can be derived from the simple taste of an olive or a sip of wine or a cold winter walk along the river under glistening white trees.
These words written for the sake of ones own sanity are so much more rewarding than those death words sent by ex-lovers and friends. Death words... the only words I know when it comes to love. Never the less, these are the words by which we learn and suffer. And through suffering and learning comes greater understanding and creativity. The simple joys of life become all the more appealing and pleasure can be derived from the simple taste of an olive or a sip of wine or a cold winter walk along the river under glistening white trees.