--IT'S RIGHT THERE.
CAN'T YOU SEE IT?
…The other day I finally finished a collection of essays by
famed writer Gene Weingarten called “The Fiddler in the Subway.”
The title essay is about Joshua Bell, legendary violinist,
who plopped down at the Metro Bus station and played for about an hour while
over a thousand people passed by without stopping.
The night prior, Bell had played to a sold out show, with
each ticket costing in excess of $100.
The following are random excerpts from the book that struck
me as meaningful.
I hope they will you, too:
-“The meaning of life is that it ends.” Kafka
-“We wake up in the morning.
That is a miracle.” Father Steven
-“What worries you masters you.” John Locke
-“All babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because
the lub-dub of the mother’s heart is an iambic meter. Then, life slowly starts to choke the poetry
out of us.” Billy Collins
-(Of famed violinist Joshua Bell) “His playing does nothing
less than tell human beings why they bother to live.” Interview Magazine
(The words below are all Gene Weingarten’s:
-Did I mention that when I am trouble most I consult the
dead?
-The most important words in your story are the ones you
don’t write. They’re the ones you imply.
-I hate writing. I
love having written.
-Big truths usually contain somewhere within them the
specter of death. Death informs
virtually all of literature. We lust and
love so we can feel more alive. We build
families so we can be immortal. We crave
fame, and do good works, so both will outlive us.
-A real writer is someone for whom writing is a terrible
ordeal. That is because he knows, deep
down, with an awful clarity, that there are limitless ways to fill a page with
words, and that he will never, ever do it perfectly. On some level, that knowledge haunts him all
the time. He will always be juggling
words in his head, trying to get them closer to a tantalizing, unreachable
ideal.
It’s a torment you can’t escape. It will reach even into the comfort of a
drunken sleep, and it will shake you awake, and send you, heart pumping, to an
empty piece of paper.
If you have that, you can be a good writer. Congratulations, I guess.
-Writing, particularly fiction writing, is an act of quiet
terror. You are alone all at once with
your genius and your ineptitude, and your errors are as public as
possible. To be a good writer requires
extreme self-discipline and extreme self-confidence, and many of the people
drawn to writing have neither.
Mostly, you become a writer not because you want to get rich
or famous, but because you have to write, because there is something inside
that must come out. When a baby is born,
she is born.
-If you are a bad writer, writing poorly must be no big
deal.
But if you are a good writer, writing poorly must be
hell. You must die a little with every
word.
-If only people knew what was in our dumpsters.
-Humor often requires a bloodless hostility: laughs usually
come at the expense of something or someone.
-Affection is hard to express in writing without seeming
like a sap. A good way to do it is
through indirection; write of facts, not feelings. But choose the right facts.
-An actor who is frightened or angry or embarrassed is often
encouraged not to stifle that emotion but to capture it and transform it into
something useful. Emotion is too
valuable an asset to throw away. This
holds true for writing as well.
-In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?
Beautifully written, and so much to take in. I arrived at your blog again because I read your piece, Thieves, in what used to be Moon Milk Review last night and it stuck with me. That story is so good, Len.
ReplyDeleteYou know, I like to think it does transcend, perhaps more so because the paying audience is often less sincere. Thanks for the story, and the post.
Jen,
ReplyDeletethanks so much for reading and leaving a note. i appreciate it very much.
what were you doing reading Moon Milk after so long?
and are you going to AWP? it would be fun to meet you, if even just to say Hi.
all the best.
Len