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In good company

As I do when I teach the undergraduate literature course – to help my students see beyond the inaccessibility of classical writers, I called for my imagination also for today.  I let it transfer me to the times of three such well-known literary names: Robert FrostFlannery O’Connor, Ray Bradbury.  The reason beyond the urge to gather a virtual literary circle to connect in one form or another (no ghost-calling séances here) to writers no longer living was not the course in question this time.  I had been working on a poem of loss part of last week.  Prior to that work, I had completed a short story centering it around the crime of honor killing.  Severe sadness had set in after both processes.  In moments like these, I tend to prefer not to bother my daughter or a friend.  I seek comfort in penned emotions of writers from a seemingly spectacular past.  The following words gave me the calm I had been seeking to achieve this time.  Not because they define joyous feelings but rather thanks to their affirmation of the one specific human state that motivates us to write – sadness in face of reality.  There are going to be other phases when I end up feeling the pull of sorrowful moments again.  And again.  Also then, I know, other penned words will come to help me ease them.  To reassure the reality of life is here to stay with its highs and its ills.  Here are the famed authors to state what we, too, experience day in, day out.



[Ray Bradbury (1921-2012)]

“You must stay drunk on writing

so reality cannot destroy you.” 

[Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964)]


“Writing a novel is a terrible experience during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay. I’m always irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality. It is a plunge into reality and it’s very shocking to the system.



“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”


[Robert Frost (1874-1963)]




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Writing as Sedation

The only time I was close to being drunk was in my very early twenties, among my parents, next to my fiance.  It was a lovely summer evening in Ankara, Turkey, where I finished schooling as he had.  He and I were enjoying our corner in the balcony of my parents’ living room over a cup of wine.  I remember becoming overly “happy” – for which there is a different term, I know.  What I could have possibly seen as problems back then, had left room for much laughter, most, originating from within me, not at a joke or teasing.  I could use that innocent joy today, for days to come, for that matter.  Don’t get me wrong: There is a wonderful factor outside me that makes me very happy, in fact.  I only mean for myself, once I close the door to my home, leaving myself behind any and all aspects of the outside world (minus the e-connections).  New realizations today make me long for a sense of being sedated.  Hence, the reason as to why the following quote has gotten its place here right now.  Thank you, Ray Bradbury! Thank you, dear reader, for listening!

You must stay drunk on writing

so reality cannot destroy you.

From: Zen in the Art of Writing



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