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Ma Chere M.P.M,
It is a Monday. I am at a coffee place in East Village where I can enjoy the sounds of being seated at an outdoors table.
My life passes by fast but yet very slow. I am changing very fast in a very slow way that reflects an eternity of a loss. Writing comes hard these days but I read a lot. Yesterday I read two books one of which was the book of RAINER MARIA RILKE “Letters to A Young Poet” that you suggested and we bought together, together.
“Two solitudes that support, touch and greet each other”
RAINER MARIA RILKE.
Even this line, this summarized description of love that arrived to the history of writings from Rilke seems to be difficult for us the mortals to achieve during these times that we all want to become a Someone that is the illusionary More than the Anyone that we simply are. But my question is, What will happen to our souls when we realize that we have become that Someone by losing the Anyone and all that that the Anyone loves?But obviously love will always be Une Belle Histoire whether I question things or not.
Earlier this evening,I bought two copies of the book “Autobiography of Red” by Anne Carson. One I am sending to you. On page 60, the book opens:“Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling”
So many people are seated at this moment around me.
They are all yelling their past or their future.
And Yet look at me
I am at the beautiful reality of my silent solitude writing to you and I can LISTEN the sound of my pen loving the paper.
I am also enclosing for you a postcard that I printed for my photo exhibit. Please keep it or use it as you wish.
We miss you dear friend,
Ma Chere M.P.M,
It is a Monday. I am at a coffee place in East Village where I can enjoy the sounds of being seated at an outdoors table.
My life passes by fast but yet very slow. I am changing very fast in a very slow way that reflects an eternity of a loss. Writing comes hard these days but I read a lot. Yesterday I read two books one of which was the book of RAINER MARIA RILKE “Letters to A Young Poet” that you suggested and we bought together, together.
“Two solitudes that support, touch and greet each other”
RAINER MARIA RILKE.
Even this line, this summarized description of love that arrived to the history of writings from Rilke seems to be difficult for us the mortals to achieve during these times that we all want to become a Someone that is the illusionary More than the Anyone that we simply are. But my question is, What will happen to our souls when we realize that we have become that Someone by losing the Anyone and all that that the Anyone loves?But obviously love will always be Une Belle Histoire whether I question things or not.
Earlier this evening,I bought two copies of the book “Autobiography of Red” by Anne Carson. One I am sending to you. On page 60, the book opens:“Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling”
So many people are seated at this moment around me.
They are all yelling their past or their future.
And Yet look at me
I am at the beautiful reality of my silent solitude writing to you and I can LISTEN the sound of my pen loving the paper.
I am also enclosing for you a postcard that I printed for my photo exhibit. Please keep it or use it as you wish.
We miss you dear friend,
