On sharing


Naomi Okubo, Greeting card from Paradise, acrylic on cotton cloth (2016)

I hesitated for some time before making this blog public. And every time I’ve posted something since. Then I came across this passage in Rebecca Solnit’s collection of essays, The Faraway Nearby:

Writing is saying to no one and to everyone the things it is not possible to say to someone. Or rather writing is saying to the no one who may eventually be the reader those things one has no someone to whom to say them. Matters that are so subtle, so personal, so obscure, that I ordinarily can’t imagine saying them to the people to whom I’m closest. Every once in a while I try to say them aloud and find that what turns to mush in my mouth or falls short of their ears can be written down for total strangers. Said to total strangers in the silence of writing that is recuperated and heard in the solitude of reading. Is it the shared solitude of writing, is it that separately we all reside in a place deeper than society, even the society of two? Is it that the tongue fails where the fingers succeed, in telling truths so lengthy and nuanced that they are almost impossible aloud?

5 thoughts on “On sharing”

  1. Yes, absolutely, I believe that one of the Bronte girls said something similar (almost identical in terms of sentiment in that she was almost horrified at what she was able to share in her writing) and if I can find the quote I will post it for you 🙂 if you have not seen it already.

    1. I haven’t, and I’d love to hear it if you can find it, thanks Heather! ‘Almost horrified’ is a very good description of how this feels!

  2. That is tangible. It is odd how to reach out is not to find but to feel is to know yet to be unknown is not to reach out. You choose lovely art and I am reminded how if it passes then that is a wrong that life cannot adequately remember. The world misplaced it as inaccurately as belonging to an other place never searched again for love yet it is only art.

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