3.06.2011

the role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say

Anaïs Nin, I think, had the right idea.

I've been struggling to write for the last few weeks. Not just here, but anywhere, in any way: email, letters, even basic work requirements. I don't know where it starts, but it's oddly (and sort of hilariously) easy to explain now: I'm blocked because I'm full. There's so much churning around in my brain that I can't get any of it out, like trying to squeeze pudding through a syringe. For the blog, at least, it's as if what I want to write is sitting, fully-formed, in my head, just waiting to be transcribed, much like it felt when I was writing my [M.A.] thesis. Topics include:
  • "the situation in Wisconsin" and my personal response
  • a brief review/analysis of The Science of Kissing: What Our Lips Are Telling Us, and an explanation (?) of how it relates to Cassette From My Ex: Stories and Soundtracks of Lost Loves and The Attorney.
  • I'm growing a pineapple!
  • [photos from trips to Lawrence, Kansas]--should I ever be able to locate such a thing--with accompanying text revealing some of its many hidden treasures
  • the car thing
  • the dream I had about The Enigmatic Nephew, wrestling slimy sea creatures out of the kitchen drain of the house that we were renting...together...(no, not like that)--sigh.
Instead, I'm closing with someone else's words, in art, saying all that I can't--today.

a story too big to tell

2 comments:

  1. Would love to read this analysis thingamajig.

    How long ago did you post your LibraryThing collection? Is kewl; hope I haven't been ignoring it for months....

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  2. You will, eventually. When it makes its way out. ;)

    Um, the LibraryThing widget has been on the sidebar for at least a year. Maybe 18 months. This is the second version I've had in the template, even. This is the price y'all pay for RSS'ing, eh?

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