September 22, 2011
Poems, Memoir, Fiction, Essays.
Love. Reality. Magic. What's the difference?
No answer yet
I've been trying to grasp the mentality (and intention) of those scribes who wrote down Genesis and became the first general audience authors to create a book title. A writer's group facilitator once asked, "If you could meet one character from literature, who would that be?" My answer, "Eve." In the original, her name is Eesha, or Woman. Historically, this word is coeval with or precedes other English associative transliterations: Isis, Ishtar, Astarte, Easter, Esther, Estrus, She, Astra, Star, Her . . .
What do I hope to achieve? Just even once, that nakedness would put on the clothes of my art - that essences real and magic break out through words she writes as if I were the author.
As author, sculptor, healer, I was always on the hunt for that most successful fugitive from the dictionaries, love, until she tracked me down.
As usual, the BWW is unusual, in providing a rare mix of congenial and incisive criticism.