It may be I have not learned dates in history in order to reach the essence of timelessness. It may be I never learned geography the better to map my own routes and discover my own lands. The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia.
spring clean II:
let it go - the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise - let it go it was sworn to go
let them go - the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers - you must let them go they were born to go
let all go - the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things - let all go dear
so comes love
e. e. cummings
”Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Importa poco no saber orientarse en una ciudad. Perderse, en cambio, en una ciudad como quien se pierde en el bosque, requiere aprendizaje. Los rótulos de las calles deben entonces hablar al que va errando como el crujir de las ramas secas, y las callejuelas de los barrios céntri- cos reflejarle las horas del día tan claramente como las hondonadas del monte. Este arte lo aprendí tarde, cumpliéndose así el sueño del que los laberintos sobre el papel secante de mis cuadernos fueron los primeros rastros.
WALTER BENJAMIN «Tiergarten», en Infancia en Berlín hacia 19001
It’s all safe because as Einstein & the Buddhists secretly tipped everybody off long ago: the whole show is a harmless wave-illusion.
I am always tying up/and then deciding to depart.
Writer’s block” is a term invented by very spoiled and whiny writers to refer to periods in which they do not feel inspired. The assumption hidden behind this term is that creativity is an everlasting, full-powered fountain, so that if at any given moment we wish to write but nothing exceptional comes out at the other end of our keyboard or pen, there must be some malfunction obstructing the natural cycle of everlasting creativity.
I’d like to offer an alternative perspective. Creativity, very much like love, is a gift. And you don’t get to get gifts all the time. If you go on a date and you don’t like the guy or girl you are meeting, you are not experiencing “lover’s block”—you simply don’t love at that moment, and if you’re patient enough you’ll experience love in the future (probably in the place and the time you’d least expect it). If you don’t write well, keep writing bad stuff (don’t worry, bad writing is completely ecological—it doesn’t damage the ozone layer or give you cancer). If it gets too frustrating, stop doing it—move on to badminton, collect airplane models, or do all those other things that people who don’t write do. But mostly, wait patiently. (Patiently as opposed to impatiently, or angrily, or bitterly—because those kinds of waiting don’t breed future good writing. Patience does.)
Writing isn’t a habit. It’s a unique form of expression. And nobody owes you that special experience on a daily or a weekly basis. But if you make an effort, when it’s gone, to keep living your life and experiencing new things, it will eventually return. And when it does, enjoy it as much as you can, before it goes away again.