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Just Poetry (XVI) [R]*

For many are the pleasant forms which exist in


          numerous sins,


     and incontinencies,


     and disgraceful passions


     and fleeting pleasures,


          which (men) embrace until they become


          sober


          and go up to their resting place


And they will find me there,


     and they will live


     and they will not die again.

[Toni Morrison, introduction to Paradise] 

*[First posted 08/05/10]

For many are the pleasant forms which exist in


          numerous sins,


     and incontinencies,


     and disgraceful passions


     and fleeting pleasures,


          which (men) embrace until they become


          sober


          and go up to their resting place


And they will find me there,


     and they will live


     and they will not die again.

[Toni Morrison, introduction to Paradise] 

*[First posted 08/05/10]

TONI MORRISON: ON LIFE, WRITING & OBAMA

Here’s where I stand with Toni Morrison: she has my utmost respect and admiration as the first, and so far only, black woman to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. However, I must confess that I have some difficulty in naming her as my ‘preferred writer’, for the simple (difficult) reason that her books, generally, don’t make easy reading for me. Her fictional writing is so complex that in the end I’m never quite sure that I really understood what she meant to convey to the reader. Of course I can always rely solely on my own presumed understanding of it, on my own take – and isn’t this all we can claim to get at the end of any reading, anyway? But I wish I could make more sense of it all.

I mean, I enjoyed reading Song of Solomon, Sula, Beloved and The Bluest Eye, but always came out of the last page of any of them with that sense of ‘unfulfilled promise’, of ‘unscathed bewilderment’... Then, a strange phenomenon, which only happened to me once before (that was with Memoires d’Hadrien by Marguerite Yourcenar – another writer with a special place in literary history, as the first woman to be elected to the French Academy), happened with Paradise: for the last 10 years I’ve been trying really hard to read this book, without ever managing to get too far into it; I close and set it aside for a while, then restart it again only to get stuck somewhere all over again… Needless to say, to this day I’m still ‘bewitched, bothered and bewildered’ by both Memoires d’Hadrien and Paradise…

But what really made me bring Toni Morrison here today was a recent interview she gave to Time readers, from which I’ve extracted the following passages:

(…)
Different books arrive in different ways and require different strategies. Most of the books that I have written have been questions that I can't answer. In order to actually put down the first word—I don't really have a plan—I sometimes have a character, but I can't do anything with it until the language arrives.
(…)
I thought about voting for Hillary at the beginning. I don’t care that she is a woman. I need more than that. Neither his race, his gender, her race or her gender was enough. I needed something else, and the something else was his (Obama’s) wisdom.
(…)
I have two (dreams yet to fulfill). Well, three, really. Two involve novels that I'm going to write and haven't written. The third is immortality. [Laughs.] I don't mean my work. I mean me.

[Read More Here]

Here’s where I stand with Toni Morrison: she has my utmost respect and admiration as the first, and so far only, black woman to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. However, I must confess that I have some difficulty in naming her as my ‘preferred writer’, for the simple (difficult) reason that her books, generally, don’t make easy reading for me. Her fictional writing is so complex that in the end I’m never quite sure that I really understood what she meant to convey to the reader. Of course I can always rely solely on my own presumed understanding of it, on my own take – and isn’t this all we can claim to get at the end of any reading, anyway? But I wish I could make more sense of it all.

I mean, I enjoyed reading Song of Solomon, Sula, Beloved and The Bluest Eye, but always came out of the last page of any of them with that sense of ‘unfulfilled promise’, of ‘unscathed bewilderment’... Then, a strange phenomenon, which only happened to me once before (that was with Memoires d’Hadrien by Marguerite Yourcenar – another writer with a special place in literary history, as the first woman to be elected to the French Academy), happened with Paradise: for the last 10 years I’ve been trying really hard to read this book, without ever managing to get too far into it; I close and set it aside for a while, then restart it again only to get stuck somewhere all over again… Needless to say, to this day I’m still ‘bewitched, bothered and bewildered’ by both Memoires d’Hadrien and Paradise…

But what really made me bring Toni Morrison here today was a recent interview she gave to Time readers, from which I’ve extracted the following passages:

(…)
Different books arrive in different ways and require different strategies. Most of the books that I have written have been questions that I can't answer. In order to actually put down the first word—I don't really have a plan—I sometimes have a character, but I can't do anything with it until the language arrives.
(…)
I thought about voting for Hillary at the beginning. I don’t care that she is a woman. I need more than that. Neither his race, his gender, her race or her gender was enough. I needed something else, and the something else was his (Obama’s) wisdom.
(…)
I have two (dreams yet to fulfill). Well, three, really. Two involve novels that I'm going to write and haven't written. The third is immortality. [Laughs.] I don't mean my work. I mean me.

[Read More Here]