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- I am in Chicago. The non-stop flight was not bad, good weather. However, Chicago is cooler than Redding and the house is cool.
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My rant on the inability to keep writing poetry every day. I am supposed to have this fantastic muse inside me but i don't. How do I write?
- This is a kind of internal journey that occurred after reading Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. The year she gave the talk - 1928 my mother was born. India gained independence in 1947 and so my mother grew up in a country run by foreign merchants and a foreign empire. The tragedies in her life were enacted against the backdrop of an intensely conservative, traditional, poor Brahmin household. Who she was, has affected my life and my personality and it has been the leitmotif of my life- my relationship with her. I have always tried to pry apart that part of me that is me and that part that is my mother. This has consumed me throughout my life.
- For the last few years I have been gnawed by the feeling of wanting to be creative and express myself as a writer. I have only worked sporadically and intermittently. I have never taken full responsibility for becoming a full-time writer. I suppose it is a commitment that i have shirked but I have paid for my irresponsibility. By not really facing my own creative urges and letting go of my drifter's life I have become smaller and smaller in my own eyes. I have ignored my muse, I have neglected her and have been cruel in leaving her hungry and dirty and unfed like some horrible, feudal landlord who chains his bonded laborer like a beast and only allows him freedom according his whim and fancy. I have paid dearly for I have been lost and aimless and empty. Today I have recognized my shame, have acknowledged my crime and have unbound my muse. I am now commited to give back my muse her power. I have given my muse her body- in the form of my diary. I now promise to bring her back to life every day with my outpourings.
- What it meant to us- to become citizens. Even when we came here we had felt a strange kinship with all that America stood for. The rights of the individual, self-reliance, a meritocracy, the rule of law, the opportunity for anyone to exchange hard work for fulfilment of dreams.
- I am trying to keep a diary of all the interesting people from the past.
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