Writing is Magic
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Yes, all writers should be poets. And word musicians. They should play language, the simple, normal language of real people. Because simple, normal people (whether they have the time to see it or not) live in all the colors of sound and sight and touch. And thought.
Barbara Kingsolver is just such a writer.
From Pigs in Heaven:
"Cash learned beadwork without really knowing it ....
He never imagined ...
he would have to do another delicate thing with his hands ...
to pay the rent. But since he started putting beads
on his needle each night, his eye never stops
counting rows: pine trees on the mountainsides, boards in a fence,
kernels on the ear of corn as he drops it into the kettle.
He can't stop the habit, it satisfies the ache
in the back of his brain, as if it might
fill in his life's terrible gaps.
His mind is lining things up,
making jewelry for someone the size of God."
The words are Kingsolver's. The line breaks are mine. The experience is ours. Yours and mine in this time of Covid-19 when we keep apart from our old lives. We work puzzles (jigsaw and otherwise) or binge watch TV or read or sleep or garden or bake or any and all the things we each do to satisfy "the ache in the back of" our mind. To fill "life's terrible gaps" brought into such fine focus by our new, slow-paced, quiet time.
Maybe, in this new, slow-paced, quiet time, we are all "making jewelry for someone the size of God." .