Wednesday, May 07, 2014

Out of my Cave to Say Hi and... Seven Years


Well, hi guys!

I’m not dead (yet) but I’m sort of dead to the world... I reside exclusively in the world where my heart is... the story that unravels now for me and that I try to write down.

I’ve started occasionally to scribble some verse for the blog but stopped every time. That is because all (of my) poetry comes out sad, most (of my) thoughts that lend themselves to poetry are sad, and I don't want to be sad. I’ve had it with feeling at the bottom of a deep well (I do feel like that a lot of the time) and looking up at a patch of blue sky that seems infinitely far. So I am wary of all 'poetic' thoughts...


(This is an illustration from "The Green Ray" by Jules Verne, translated by M. de Hauteville, 1883)


I’ve also started writing a review or two or other thoughts on various subjects but never got to finishing them. (One thing I have to say though is this: Karen Marie Moning is brilliant and her series Fever is brilliant. If you haven’t read it, check it out. Need I say that it is brilliant?  Barrons and V'lane - enough said...  :-) )

However, I think of you often and I miss terribly the thoughtful exchanges with my blogging friends, the daily snippets of beauty and wisdom, or just the news of your whereabouts and of your endeavours. I apologize for not replying to all those kind enough to comment on my two most recent posts. But I’m not leaving this place and I hope to be truly back one day.

Amazingly, Chick with a Quill is seven years old today.

Bye, guys! See you soon! Be well!

14 comments:

Roland D. Yeomans said...

I've missed you. There are seasons in everyone's life. May this season of hibernation and reflection be healing for you.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

I have really missed your blog a lot!! I hope things get better soon, my friend.

Charles Gramlich said...

I tend to write poetry out of sadness too. Not completely sure why. But the mood doesn't usually linger long after the poem is done so I don't mind so much.

Bernard Lee DeLeo said...

So... write a short romantic comedy story instead. :)

the walking man said...

Ah shit, if your thoughts make you sad, then be sad, glad be glad, breathless the don't breathe, horny-get laid. Roll with it kiddo. It is alright to not write it is NOT alright to not feel.

Love You

Brian Miller said...

nice...on 7 years...
its good to know you are still alive even if your thoughts are heavy right now...today is a new day and i hope a little sun shines on you.

Proper Fessor said...

Melancholia makes artists. writing and creating is a result of pain. pain reminds us that life hurts sometimes. but it reminds us that we feel, and if we feel, it means we are alive, whether we wish to be or not. We can sink or swim; if we choose to swim, we must choose to swim well. i like what you have to say, Vesper, no matter the etiology. Au revoir, cherie

Naquillity said...

it's good to see you back even if it's for a short posting. hopefully your writing will be fuller and happier soon. but, until then enjoy the sad poems for what they share with and bring to you. have a great day~

Sarah Hina said...

Thinking of you, Vesper, and wishing you a happy anniversary. Someday, we'll all have a reunion of sorts. :)

Magyar said...

__Often, the >contrary< can amplify; sadness passed, will enhance the gladness.

this fresh sun
sets aside the sour fog
bird song

So good to see you again, sending you... happy wishes! _m

SzélsőFa said...

I hope everything turns out well - sometimes the obstacles are there to help.
Be well, dear Vesper.
(and Happy, though belated, Bloggiversary)
SzF

SzélsőFa said...

Did I just miss that you are writing a book (again) Heee :)
Keep on writin' dear!

Brian Miller said...

hey you.
hope you are well...been watching for something new by you...

how is summer in your neck of the world?

Vesper said...

My friends, thank you all! I don't even know how to say how much I appreciate you. Thank you from my heart for being here.