Sometimes I don’t have words either.
I get really quiet. I reach inside and high as I can at the same moment. And I do it without caring who’s looking.
When I first started writing, my words were very literal. Later they were rich, but wispy, hardly there at all. like this I said not really. . . .
It takes reflection to write.
I bring myself inside and though my eyes I am where I’m imagining. I’m in tune with my “mind’s eye,” but I’m not picturing. I’m listening and seeing the colors and words of the situation I’m feeling.
I’m doing it now to explain how I get into the place where I write — it’s my soul. It’s depth of feeling. It’s heaven. Nothing hurts. Words are free.
My head and my heart are saying the same thing.
It starts by being really quiet. The you reach inside and high as you can at the same moment. And you do it without caring who’s looking.
Ever reached like that with anything?
译文:
写作与到达
有时我也会无语。
我会变得很安静。我会尽可能既深入又有高度。而且我写作，无所谓谁来看。
当我第一次开始写作，我的词藻都很书面,后来词汇量多了,但很杂乱,毫无章法。正如我在“不是如此”中所说的。
写作需要反射生活。
我要投入其中，我的眼睛看着自己所想象的，我配合我“内心”，但我不写实。我听着，看着我所感受到的情景中的色彩和言语。
我正这么做着呢，向你们解释我是如何进入我写作地方——那是我的灵魂。它是感觉的深度。它是天堂。无所畏惧。用词自由。
我的大脑和我的心灵在说着同一件事。
刚开始，它很安静。然后，你深入了，同时，又有了高度。你无所谓别人怎么看。
有没有到那样的境界？