And now for something a little different...
"But when our own pettiness is suddenly revealed to us, where do we flee to escape it? From debasement the only escape is upward! So he sat down at his desk and opened the little book (that precious book the painter told him he never lent to anyone else) and tried hard to concentrate on the poems he liked best. Once again 'the sea that bathes your eye' was there, and once again he saw Magda before him, the snowball in the tranquility of her body was also there, and the sound of the water entered the poem as the murmur of the river entered the room through the closed window. Jaromil was overcome by a languorous desire and closed the book. He picked up a piece of paper and a pencil and began to write - in the manner of Eluard, Nezval, Bield, and Desnos - short lines, one under the other, without rhythm or rhyme. It was a variation on what he had read, but the variation contained what he had just experienced: there was the 'sadness' that 'begins to melt and turns into water,' there was the 'green water' whose surface 'rises and rises until it reaches my eyes,' there was the body, 'the sad body,' the body in the water 'that I pursue, I pursue through endless water.'
He read these lines aloud several times in a melodious, pathetic voice, and he was enthusiastic. At the core of the poem was Magda in the bathtub and he with his face pressed against the door; he thus didn't find himself outside the limits of his experience; he was high above it. His distaste for himself remained down below; down below he had felt his palms become sweaty with fear and his breath speed up; but here, up high in the poem, he was above his paltryness; the keyhole episode and his cowardice were merely a trampoline above which he was now soaring; he was no longer subordinate to his experience, his experience was subordinate to what he had written." - Milan Kundera, Life is Elsewhere
The Books - Excess Straussess
The power of inspiration, realization, separation and negotiation within oneself. The ability to control one's emotions and experiences to rise above it all. What is your method of escape?
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Hi Linz,
You've started a great blog - I like the soundtracks. Your writing is lovely, stark, and a little fierce. I didn't know you were such a good writer. David and I have your page bookmarked now, so we'll be looking forward to more. Great photos, too.
XO
Rebecca
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