i find it odd that now that i have begun writing again, and have dared to show my writing in this format, i have just two days ago pulled the poems that i loved the most from this site, in order to begin submitting them for consideration for publication in various journals. i hadn't realized that being here was being'published' so now that i am boldly proclaiming my openness to being seen, i have also removed the guts of my stuff--can't have previously published stuff submitted, and as odd as it is since although probably my favorite people had seen my writing here, i don't think very many people would have seen the stuff, down they had to go.
so now i would like to have some other conversations...about the really important stuff. like: what is the difference between good art and magnificent art (which question a deardear asked the other day, but that is haunting, really); how do we define home; what's the best book on your night table right now; which films do you love right now; etc. etc. ideas? we'll talk more later. right?
"I think it's a good example of how we're never really who we say we are.? We're made of so many different layers, and each one tells a story. ......my grandmother said almost the exact same thing, something about how so many of our stories stay hidden under other layers. But how a daughter should know her mother's stories to pass on to her daughters." Karen White
ReplyDeleteWell, 'they' say home is where the heart is. That may be true. I think home is where your heart feels all of the sudden complete. Your soul feels complete...and it may be somewhere you have physically never been to before...but it feels like 'home' in your bones when you first arrive in this answering place.
ReplyDelete