Today is a good and busy day. Sometimes it might be hard to grow and stretch beyond your boundaries, to forget why you’re doing what you’re doing….But today is one of those days when you regain your sense of direction. Jiayou jiayou!
Besides, as Lowell says of his own work, there is a great deal of tinkering with fact. You are recasting the experiences, shaping, editing, selecting a few particulars and leaving out others, drafting, revising, to get to the heart of the matter. Somewhere along the way you have to trust memory to find its voice, trust imagination to step in and not distort or exaggerate, but to help memory achieve the form, the body for what has happened.
my favourite word is ‘cityscape’
~Wadi Rum , Jordan. April 2015.
She is the novelist of longing and yearning and rage and sexual desire, and the need for nice clothes and the fear of what happens to women when they lose their looks and become the old woman alone upstairs, drinking alone, smoking alone, dying alone. In After Leaving Mr Mackenzie, the character Julia appears to have no instinct for self-preservation. Yet her creator endures, one of the 20th-century greats. I would die to write like her.
For teaching me the beauty of simplicity, for conveying to me how understanding can be transmitted across cultures, across landscapes, religions, divisions in time and history.
All that I have ever wanted in this life, is to thrive in this simple act of creation. Of forging an image, of delving into stories, of looking into things that exist the veneer of everyday life. Shookran, Atayek and family, for so openly and willingly sharing your lives with us. For that, I am touched.
I am ever the more enamoured with the Arabic language, letters that have brought me peace and stability even during those wild years when I was all over the place. Words that have opened possibilities, the world of imagination, words that will go on and on….