Weirdo
This must be generally the time of year where my mind turns to thinking about weirdos and especially misfits.
It’s the time of year I make my annual resolution to be weirder, more eccentric.
I don’t even want a perfect body, just a perfect soul.
Maybe I also resolve to listen to more Prince, more Radiohead.
My wild dream this year is to write more like Clarice Lispector. From A Breath of Life:
“I shall write here toward the air and responding to nothing because I am free. I — I who exist. There’s a voluptuousness in being someone. I am no longer silence.”
And,
“I write to you so that beyond the intimate surface on which we live you might come to know my prolonged howl of a wolf in the mountains.
I distilled myself entire: I’m clean like rainwater.
Quint-essence.
Tranfiguration.
Let the author beware of popularity; otherwise she will be defeated by success. There is a time when you must take a picture of yourself. Hunger is always the same as the first hunger.
The need renews itself empty and entire.”
“Let the author beware of popularity; otherwise she will be defeated by success. There is a time when you must take a picture of yourself.”
So, here’s to hunger, to being weird and unpopular, to the prolonged howl. I will meet you in the mountains.
