One day I wrote, edited and sent a letter of 372 words in 32 minutes or less.
It had the length of a blog article. It had a prologue, body and ending. It had all the stages of life: birth, life, illness and death. It had a clear story arc and a vanquished hero. It was urgent; it needed desperately to be told. It was comfortable with whatever it could not say. It was comfortable with the message that it did say, gently conveyed.
It filled me with centralized cohesion. It left me with the familiar satisfaction of having something done, something important, but with the humble sincerity of an eager servant.
It felt like something that might influence someone's major decisions over the span of his life. It was written for a specific and true "Dear Reader,” dedicated to a muse; someone for whom I longed to labor and remember and love.
It was, if I remember correctly, how writing was supposed to be.
<3 Would it that I were the subject of letters.
ReplyDeleteYou're the invisible stuff that pens are filled with, Nessie. In bold. <3
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Each time I involuntary keep my breath for an ever so short moment when I read something with the charm of literature ( the poetry of it, the rhythm, the form, the unexpectedness, the content even)the text was written on the Olympus.
ReplyDeleteI never skip your posts.
Sandaran Hati,
ReplyDeleteKarena di sini boleh memakai bahasa Indonesia, maka peri yang menuntun kuli tintanya mengizinkan penggunaan bahasa semacam yang di bawah: Ga ada yang stagnan di dunia ini, goblok; kita saja yang bebal (apa kurang bersyukur?) karena tak merasakan anugerah kebebasan, kepastian Ilahiah itu.
Bahwa ini semua akan segera berlalu, bahwa yang kekal hanya Allah, dan bahwa kita sungguh terlena untuk tak mengimaninya.
Sekian.
Colson,
You know that - Oh, I'm pretty sure you knew, and if you do, believe - that in the darkest of silence, it's your presence (ever warm, ever near) that tugs gently on voices in my head to wriggle and tell their languid heresies aloud.
Even for a line, a story, or a feeble post more. ♥