Today, April 9th. 2010
(I have quite many writing bad habits like overuse of: coinage and ...
However, somehow I believe these two, at least some times, open dialogue)
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Thinking through the senses is our only way to think... Eric Carle says that if we look enough the world is revealed to us. Thinking through colour, movement, smells, touch, sound... even if these are not the actual names of the senses... So, up to now I perceive the sun shinning, comfy sofas, yellow, orange, blue, eyes, heart beating, coffee, sore throat, perspiration...
Maximiliano said talking about Ursula Lewin´s short story "Texts" that we can only think what we can name... I thought straight away ...for whatever is between what-we-cannot-name and we,
there is poetry... I cannot still name what happened today, there´s perhaps some hope...
I´ve had and still do have problems connecting thought and feelings. Today´s been the day, though, at least partially.
Today I have thought-felt "felthought" the seeds of my "what-ifs" and "I´d love tos".
The sun shone.
My mom was here to hug me and support me telling me once again "you can do it if you want to".
Some close friends were here.
Other close friends lent their comfy sofas.
Someone who loves me cooked for us to share a cake.
Grannies helped out too...
I felt alive. I want to keep on reading, experimenting, "feelking" about literature (art, human nature...)
Reading-writing the world.
"Comprender requiere esa paciencia" Extract from: "Identidad" by Victor F. A. Redondo in
Circe, Libros de Tierra Firme, 2da. ed. 1992