04 March 2008

Personal note

This litblog is entirely about literature, not my personal life, politics, or anything else. But due to the current situation and the ramifications on myself and my family, things have slown down a little and may continue to do so in the coming days. I am a very slow (and somewhat reluctant) writer (albeit an avid reader!) and need much time and energy in order to post. Like many difficult things, I've found it incredibly rewarding and have grown to love it. I hope to continue to find joy in writing and discussing literature and not let myself get waylaid by the darkness as we continue to struggle toward peace.

I have thoughts on César Aira, Fernando Pessoa, and a marvelous little book by Guillermo Martínez (on Borges and mathematics) in draft form still waiting. This is a note to remind myself of where my energies should be channeled, regardless of the fear knocking at our door.

I think Auden would forgive me for placing this here (so I don't forget):
We must love one another or die.

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.


Bud Parr said...

I certainly understand that blogging can't come first, particularly under the circumstances, but this is your window to a greater world and your friends are watching, so post when you can!

Very best,

turqois said...

I think of you often, and moreso when I read the news. All the best.


amcorrea said...

Thank you both for the encouragement. For my own sanity, I do need to keep this thing going and hold the window wide open... Yes.