While
trying to maintain a light touch and resist the urge to nag, I encourage my
kids to look closely at things, to study and appreciate surfaces but not to be
seduced by them. Be skeptical but not arrogant and dismissive. Look for
patterns and connections. Ask questions
but don’t assume you'll get satisfactory answers or even understand them. Don’t rush to self-congratulation.
Looking at things is never passive but neither should it be indiscriminately
all-consuming like a goat.
“[The
writer] must (like the child who cannot keep silent) share, make known,
communicate what he has seen, or knows. The urgency of what is real to him
demands that it should be realized by other people.”
So,
talk about it. Conversation is embryonic text, even in a child. I worked with a
reporter who was a raconteur of oral narrative. Returning from an assignment,
he would recount his adventures and have the desk in stitches. Then he sat at
the keyboard and choked. A facile talker, he was a hobbled writer. He left
journalism and became a lawyer. For some of us, an experience isn’t quite
resolved until we’ve put it into words.
“Temperamentally,
the writer exists on happenings, on contacts, conflicts, action and reaction,
speed, pressure, tension. Were he a contemplative purely, he would not write.”
Name
one great Zen Buddhist novelist.
“Unsuspected
meaning in everything shines out; yet, we have the familiar re-sheathed in
mystery. Nothing is negative; nothing is commonplace. For is it not that the
roving eye, in its course, has been tracing for us the linaments of a fresh
reality? Something has been beheld for the first time.”
Among
the chronically bored, those who are not merely depressed are, by choice, selectively blind.
The
quoted passages are drawn from “The Roving Eye” by Elizabeth Bowen, published
in the New York Times Book Review in
1959 and collected in Afterthought:
Pieces about Writing (Longmans,
1962). In her foreword she writes: “For the writer, writing is eventful; one
might say it is in itself eventfulness.”
1 comment:
Name one great Zen Buddhist novelist: George Saunders? He is a short story writer, however. But he is a practicing Buddhist, I believe. Also, how about David Foster Wallace? Though he was not purportedly actively religious, much less Buddhist, I think you can see him leaning in that direction in his later writings. And in this way (in lots of ways, really) Saunders is a kind of moral sequel to Wallace.
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