well...
...I now know what it is that I am meant to do with my sense of homelessness and displacement: its time to make it a kind of fodder for creativity and see where it could go. My recent experiment using a shamanic journeying technique really impacted a part of me that is trying to be heard and experience and re-connected. So, let's see what can come of all this. I suppose I have pushed away my interest in writing at times because, in the place where I found myself spiritually, it was so important to get beyond the verbal, mental and conceptual, whereas now I feel like my words and thoughts are serving my heart (instead of being served by them) and so perhaps the experiments from before can re-emerge from an older me, in another form. Let's see how it goes.
There is a music club here in Istanbul called 'Heimatlos' (homeless) presumably because of a gypsy theme. Well, I've so often cosen to do academic work, unconsciously, about themes that would emerge as important in my life, after the choice of the subject. In this case I am teaching a class on Anthropology through Literature and we are working on Isabel Fonseca's text 'Bury Me Standing' about the Roma communities of the Balkans. As the course is progressing I am realizing that this is an identification process for me. I may not write or publish the same things as she does (at this stage) but I am ready to start grinding my pain like corn, as Elena would say when explaining her work as a curandera.
In an interview I found on a blog, she says the following:
When I ask Fonseca about her antipathy to England, she's quick to refine it into something more good-natured: "Oh it's all right. London's just too expensive to be loveable … Actually we just spent a few years living in South America. And it was wonderful, charming, heaven. But I don't mind being in the wrong place. I think for a writer being in the wrong place is often a very good thing.
I may not write or publish the same things as she does (at this stage) but I am ready to start grinding my pain like corn, as Elena would say when explaining her work as a curandera.
That is all.
There is a music club here in Istanbul called 'Heimatlos' (homeless) presumably because of a gypsy theme. Well, I've so often cosen to do academic work, unconsciously, about themes that would emerge as important in my life, after the choice of the subject. In this case I am teaching a class on Anthropology through Literature and we are working on Isabel Fonseca's text 'Bury Me Standing' about the Roma communities of the Balkans. As the course is progressing I am realizing that this is an identification process for me. I may not write or publish the same things as she does (at this stage) but I am ready to start grinding my pain like corn, as Elena would say when explaining her work as a curandera.
In an interview I found on a blog, she says the following:
When I ask Fonseca about her antipathy to England, she's quick to refine it into something more good-natured: "Oh it's all right. London's just too expensive to be loveable … Actually we just spent a few years living in South America. And it was wonderful, charming, heaven. But I don't mind being in the wrong place. I think for a writer being in the wrong place is often a very good thing.
I may not write or publish the same things as she does (at this stage) but I am ready to start grinding my pain like corn, as Elena would say when explaining her work as a curandera.
That is all.