Aphorisms were the form that gave me the most relief, that offered the deepest bloodletting. In the aphorism, I didn’t have to say “I,” I could just let the thing speak itself, so I didn’t feel compromised or vulnerable. A shy truth that could also be a general truth. They had enough of an air of mystery and ambiguity that I could bring them out and not feel exposed.
In the culture I come from, a saying is a magical thing. Both my maternal and paternal grandmothers spoke almost exclusively, at times, in sayings. A string of proverbs. Sing-songy, witty-wise remarks. When I found myself writing such things, it made sense for me to share them. You quote a saying. They come in handy when you are tongue-tied. My grandmothers’ sayings were mostly commentaries on the divide between men and women. Not sayings that necessarily spoke to me as a child, but the idea of speaking in sayings, and of generalizing from particulars, stuck with me.
In literature it was Wilde who first turned me toward the territory that would inform my aphorisms. I was sixteen when I read The Picture of Dorian Gray. I was interested in traditional horror stories at that time. And Dorian Gray was my point of transition. From physical horror to spiritual horror, I suppose. I took the book home and read it through in one night. Then I read everything of Wilde’s that I could get my hands on. I was writing already, but I wasn’t yet writing truly. You know Kafka’s line about literature being an axe for the frozen sea within us? The frozen sea within me was still very much frozen and I didn’t mind that it was frozen. I liked it frozen. I skated happily on it.
Few Aphorisms on Art,Morality and Spirit:
A poem should be flesh-warm, scented Spirit.
Dreams: the poor man’s therapy sessions.
Writing: talking to the page, like it’s the last person on earth.
Complete honesty is the luxury of the utterly good, or the utterly shameless.
Those for whom the natural is extraordinary, tend to find the extraordinary natural.
Pity that, in the majority of alien movies, they are here to invade and destroy our planet.
Perhaps, when we can conceive of more peaceful, curious, generous strangers, we will be less prone to invade and destroy other countries.
Artists are like mystics, they lower their buckets deep into our communal well to retrieve what we thirst for.
The seduction of social media: a taste of omniscience.
Infatuation, as any hothouse flower, will only flourish in a climate-controlled environment. A degree more, or less, and it withers.
Certain cherished books are like old loves. We didn’t part on bad terms; but it’s complicated, and would require too much effort to resume relations.