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February 27, 2005
The Importance Of Being Earnest
If you knew how much fun is for me, writing these pages, the ones who write know, but its not only writing it, its Putting It Together,finding the right quotes, the right picture, not being bounded by anything, but decency. It is also pleasing to know, that I do have readers, as few as they are, but the fact that you take the time, to log in,Click, your anticipation for finding something of me here, something different, something that might turns on a light in your head, or brings a smile, some kind of understanding, knowing, inspiration.........yes it is fun, but as much as it is, its secondary -for The trees will fall, the noise will be made, whether any one will hear it or not.
It's an urge, that has always been in me, pen, or pencill, paper, or books, leaving traces, for me, that I have been here, but also is the process of being filled, and purge. It' my ever search for new words, to find them, and handle them, find their edges, their weights, their gender, their character, their soul, and setting them up, in a right setting, there are words that starts, a poem, a whole poem, unzipped in my head by inspirations of one word. And then befor I sleep the images that hunt me, My Father peeling an Orange, sharing it with my son, and me, -yes, yes, now only if I could bring that to life. The sweet, intimacy of one look, when I look at my wife, and she she takes me, and locks me in, as close as she can. The image of my baby girl, at two years of age, falling sleep in my arms, as I wash her in the shower, the beauty, of each image, the words they speak to me, their intimate collaboration, and my surrender, so they become another line etched in my gray matter, for ever, the wet sense of Amin's lips every time he kisses me on the mouth,........
And this morning, siting together with Amin, on the couch, in the store, as he watches his shows, and I go through the Sunday Times, just sitting next to him, and then I come across the quote by Janathan Safran Foer, WHY DO I WRITE ?.........as good as it is, I bring you ,another morcel, so you take it in, taste it in your mouth and chew on it, swallowing it down, yes, maybe now we have a better idea, WHY DO WE WRITE,..............
Posted by Idinraha at February 27, 2005 11:41 AM
Comments
My darling brother, you should have become a columnist(sp?) in NY Times. I'm glad you found a way to write your columns everyday. I'm very blue today. I think staying home is really getting into me. I love my family but boy I would work as a volunteer just to get out!
Posted by: Maryam at February 27, 2005 04:40 PM