Sunday, November 2, 2014

Singing in the dark.

I've been reading - with delight and a sore heart, Marguerite Poland's Taken Captive by Birds. The people in Exclusive Books who have packed it next to the coffee table books about lions and cheetahs haven't the foggiest idea.

This writing strikes my heart like a gong. Is it an African affliction? I find it in the writing of my friend Marie, in faraway New York. In the books of my friend Diane, just down the road.
(Don't let's go to the dogs tonight.)

Singular miseries. Nobody knows the trouble I have seen...
But we recognise each other and there is comfort in that.
Over oceans and through windows.
Woman, I love you. This wry laughter we share.

I can't say it better than Wednesday Addams: "I'll stop wearing black when they invent a darker colour."


Estorbo said...
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Marie said...

Beautiful, beautiful book. I finished it a couple of weeks ago.

Love your mulberries.

dinahmow said...

I think I need to read this. While "sitting" with Marie's cat a few years ago, I voraciously scoured her bookshelf and , I do believe, found this blog via her. (Marie is the commenter above )

the sourcerer said...

Yes - it's a must. Besides the remarkable words, beautiful drawings to look at...