Is it really necessary to communicate? I remember writing about leaving markers for those who might chance upon it. I have stumbled upon some myself, and felt connected. Thoreau and Hesse come to mind. But I digress, and as usual get caught in meta-statements and plugged sentences.
To make a list of things I intended to write about during the past two couple of months, might aid in action after resurrection.
- On having a tarantula for a smoking companion
- Divine percussive instruments of Kerala
- Sanskrit drama - Koodiyattam
- Encounters with old age
- A Tamil classic - Ponniyin Selvan (Son of Ponni)
This Lazarus intends to be back more regularly now....
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This reminds me of Gloria Anazldua words: “Why am I compelled to write? Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and anger. To become more intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet or a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit. Finally I write because I’m scared of writing, but I’m more scared of not writing.”
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