They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.
Lorrie MooreRead
When I was in graduate school, I had a teacher who said to me, 'Women writers should marry somebody who thinks writing is cute. Because if they really realised what writing was, they would run a mile.'
Interpretation
The quote humorously suggests that writing is a challenging endeavor, not as simple or easy as it seems.
Lorrie Moore's quote reflects the complexities of being a writer, especially for women, implying that those who appreciate writing often do not recognize the dedication and hardship it entails. It humorously highlights the misconception that writing is a charming or easy task, contrasting it with the reality of the struggles writers face, which may lead a potential partner to reconsider their affection for the vocation.
In practice
In a creative writing workshop to discuss the realities of being a writer.
They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.
You couldn't pretend you had lost nothing... you had to begin there, not let your blood freeze over. If your heart turned away at this, it would turn away at something greater, then more and more until your heart stayed averted, immobile, your imagination redistributed away from the world and back only toward the bad maps of yourself, the sour pools of your own pulse, your own tiny, mean, and pointless wants.
I tried not to think about my life. I did not have any good solid plans for it long-term - no bad plans either, no plans at all - and the lostness of that, compared with the clear ambitions of my friends (marriage, children, law school), sometimes shamed me. Other times in my mind I defended such a condition as morally and intellectually superior - my life was open and ready and free - but that did not make it less lonely.
She was not good on the phone. She needed the face, the pattern of eyes, nose, trembling mouth... People talking were meant to look at a face, the disastrous cupcake of it, the hide-and-seek of the heart dashing across. With a phone, you said words, but you never watched them go in. You saw them off at the airport but never knew whether there was anyone there to greet them when they got off the plane.
No matter that you anticipate a thing; you get so used to it as part of the future that its actuality, its arrival, its force and presence, startles you, takes you by surprise, as would a ghost suddenly appearing in the room wearing familiar perfume and boots.
She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.
There is no substitute for talent. Industry and all its virtues are of no avail.
Whatever difficulty you face, there are time-tried ways you can listen your way through. Because listening is the doorway to everything that matters. It enlivens the heart the way breathing enlivens the lungs. We listen to awaken our heart. We do this to stay vital and alive.
Your failures and misfortunes don't threaten other people. . .It's your assets and your successes that are problems for people who derive their self-esteem from being superior.
I often think I can see it in myself and in other young writers, this desperate desire to please coupled with a kind of hostility to the reader.
those who understands is not better than those who appreciates, those who appreciates is not better than those who enjoys.
What I need first of all is not exhortation, but a gospel, not directions for saving myself but knowledge of how God has saved me. Have you any good news? That is the question that I ask of you. I know your exhortations will not help me. But if anything has been done to save me, will you not tell me the facts?
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