& respond to the world like a wild dog. 
I used to be depressed a lot when I was drinking, 
& that is no more for now, & I have 
my share of happiness almost every day, & 
there is always a sadness at the side of my happiness. 
I suppose they could grow fonder of one another. 
I lean toward sadness more these days than the rage 
just because I couldn't stand myself that way any more 
& nobody else could either. 
The world is not to me a happy place with sadness in it. 
It is a sad place with happiness in it. 
One of the top happinesses is writing, 
which is for me the exploration of my & others' 
search for happiness, which sometimes is tragic 
& once in a while terribly funny. 
I discover everything about the story 
in the writing itself. Intuition is king, 
like a child in the woods. Rarely for a metaphor 
or simile I'll linger almost mathematically. 
Mostly figuring out solutions to gaps & problems 
& puzzles it's like feeling around in a dark room, 
knowing what I'm looking for is there but I'm not sure 
where till I find it. There's a play called Black Comedy 
where the characters are (supposed to be) in a house 
with the power and the lights out but the audience sees 
what's going on. Of course the actors see too 
but they act like they cannot. 
Writing is like that for me--reaching around in a lighted room 
as if I were in the dark, knowing 
there is much there beyond what I can see. 
I never think of symbols when I read or write. 
I don't need to know the castle is a symbol in Kafka. 
I think of the physical world that I inhabit. All it is 
is symbols. This room I'm in right now. Calendar with a baby 
wolf. Umbrella with a small pool of rain at the tip tilted jauntily 
in the corner by the door. Painting of a sideyard which itself is full of symbols--wheelbarrow, clothesline, fence, wall, shadows, sunlight. 
"A writer's work is nothing but this slow trek 
to rediscover, through the detours of art, 
those two or three great and simple images 
in whose presence the heart first opened." ~Camus
Oh. Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
If I don't write for two days in a row I start snarling
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