a letter to my literary lover

an open discourse with literature and langage

Dear Literature and Language, I miss literature like I miss being on holiday. I was having a terrific time, but for some indiscernible reason, it felt reassuring to go back to a more structured environment with rules and seriousness. Now I'm caught up in this tiresome and painful routine, I just want to go back to where I was happiest: the leisure of art. Rules are bullocks. I hate rules. It's boring and I'm bored and I'm ever so uninterested by all the unnecessary causalities of day to day life. I long for creativity, for passion, for feeling. I fear I have become a casualty of causality. As I stare at the proudly displayed Brazilian flag on my wall, I laugh at the immense statement

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Order and Progress

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. Reminiscing the chaos of my inner self, those words on my wall scrape on the surface of situational irony. I abandoned literature thus literature has abandoned me. Before, the beauty of words overtook me during the most common daily occurrences, in the supermarket, watching TV, waiting for a train. I felt like a psychic who saw You as though You had appeared only for my eyes to see. However now it is as though Literature has fled me, like a fox she lets you glance at her from the corner of her eye but never lets you catch her. She has emptied me of my blood and now I don't even have the force to pick up a book and read. It's like if the longing of her made me despair to a point of giving up on her entire existence. Therefore, I guess this is a plea to the Most Enthralling of Arts. She that soothes me, enlightens me and loves me. Please forgive me. Give me back my eyes that allowed me to see beauty, love. Shower me with knowledge. Hand me the keys back to my own curiosity. Yours sincerely, Isabella, your lunatic admirer

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing and wonderful words and thoughts.
"Therefore I guess this is a plea to the Most Enthralling of Arts. She that soothes me, enlightens me and loves me. Please forgive me. Give me back my eyes that allowed me to see beauty and love. Shower me with knowledge. Hand me the keys of my curiosity. I "
I agree and I liked the above lines. I wish I had more time to wander, write and create. Thank you Isabella for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[isabella]

I'm glad my writing touched you, I feel like the issue of school not being enough of a creative outlet and I think I just felt so upset about having neglected art for such a long time... Thank you for your comment!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Isabella.

[Agyani]

Hi Isabella
This isn't something one usually comes across anywhere. Still, it was easy to feel what you have written about. I liked how you described the charm and special place literature had for you.....
"Before, the beauty of words overtook me during the most common daily occurrences, in the supermarket, watching TV, waiting for a train. I felt like a psychic who saw You as though You had appeared only for my eyes to see"
I loved this bit, especially the last line. I have felt that myself a few times, so reading this made me smile. :)
What you said about literature abandoning you, well, I wonder if that could really happen. I think it would be like a forlorn or estranged lover, not like a vengeful or deranged one when you turn away from it.
I'd love to know what you think about it.

[Serendipity Planet]

Beautiful Idea and lovely writing
I love it

[isabella]

thanks so much!