well, well, long time no see...I guess my recent move over to more populated and cultural blogs (a.k.a. Books)has left no one weepin' given the activity has moved with me to more popular debates. But it's nice to be back, albeit tired with being online 16/5 and lacking energy to write after all my creative power is currently sucked out by my editor's deadlines.
Writing...what is there to write about? what is there leftto write about? as I look back at the sentence I've just put down, it all becomes well-known, already seen, already discussed, already digested.
'My name is Nobody' says Ulysses in Homer's Odyssey (chapter IX for quote fanatics). I was taken aback by this statement, even knowing the context, skipping the translation arguments and, reading it again and again, I embraced it and I lingered on it time after time. It is my creed and motto, my coat of arms.
I write, you see. After my first book of poems, I just kept going and going, rounding up the hours, missing the launch parties, avoiding literary circles, confessing to myself, despairing.
But not a single line of all my works has come close to/ will ever equal the purity and the skill of this simple line.
I stand rebuked.
See you around. I'll make it more often after this book.
