I decided to burn the words, one day. Not in a literal conflagration but, rather, through the destruction of (almost) everything I had ever written with the intention of it being read by someone else. I scrumpled and tore, ripped and recycled. I did this because I didn’t think I would – or could, or should – ever make them public; and, as long as the words were just with me, I was haunted by their presence. Getting rid of them would, I thought, exorcise their ghosts.
I was forgetting, of course, that words are mere symbols. We can erase their letters or burn the paper on which they lie; but the ideas,meditations, narratives and characters they communicate to us survive, clamouring to be heard.
In starting this blog I hope to give mine back their voice; whilst celebrating words, the world, and all they give us.