(10 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)
A week of economic fear. And fighting in England’s streets. An anxious week. Your Bloguero heard (do not ask how) that sometimes chefs lose their sense of taste. This is called “ageusia.” And writers, if they are similarly afflicted by a professional malady, what might they lose? What a disturbing thought. Alas, your Bloguero is relieved to state that he was wrong to propose the analogy: the loss does not come from tasting too many of one’s own concoctions. Not at all. It is neurological. It has other causes. Completely. Regardless, and if you will excuse his beginning this essay with these worrisome inner thoughts, your Bloguero will offer an
excuse explanation. This Friday he is tired of reading is own written words. And he fears the consequences to his remaining sanity of continues to spew them. What will he lose if he presses on? He’s not going to find out. No way. He will take the weekend off. He will begin again next week, after the Ides of August.
But not to fear. Or be disappointed. This essay is not about to peter out and become wordless because of your Bloguero’s hypochondria. No. Your Bloguero has found remarkable words of Eduardo Galeano for you to contemplate:
On the shores of another sea, an old potter retires.
His eyes cloud over, his hands tremble, the hour to say goodbye has arrived. Then the ceremony of initiation begins: the old potter offers the young potter his best piece. As tradition dictates among the Indians of northwest America, the outgoing artist gives his masterwork to the incoming one.
And the young potter doesn’t keep that perfect vase to contemplate or admire: he smashes it on the ground, breaks it into a thousand pieces, picks up the pieces, and incorporates them into his own clay.
Walking Words (1993).
Isn’t that wonderful?
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