Writing … is an addiction, an illusory release, a presumptuous taming of reality, a way of expressing lightly the unbearable. That we age and leave behind this litter of dead, unrecoverable selves is both unbearable and the commonest thing in the world — it happens to everybody. In the morning light one can write breezily, without the slight acceleration of one’s pulse, about what one cannot contemplate in the dark without turning in panic to God. In the dark one truly feels that immense sliding, that turning of the vast earth into darkness and eternal cold, taking with it all the furniture and scenery, and the bright distractions and warm touches, of our lives. Even the barest earthly facts are unbearably heavy, weighted as they are with our personal death. Writing, in making the world light — in codifying, distorting, prettifying, verbalizing it — approaches blasphemy.
By Miss Abdallah
Cynthia Abdallah grew up in Kenya.
She is the author of the poetry collection, 'My six little fears' released on Sep 18, 2020.
Her work has appeared in numerous online magazines and in print. These works include: Poems and Short stories in The Tokyo Poetry Journal-Japan, Kwani Uchaguzi edition 8-Kenya, Ake review, Kalahari Review-Kenya, Nalubaale Review -Uganda, Quailbell Magazine-USA, Active Muse-India and Bodies and Scars anthology by Ghana Literary Journal.
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