February 25, 2012 by Kristen
“I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.” -John Keats
I think I’ll marry a writer.
Or a reader.
A reader and a writer?
Maybe just an appreciator. A lover of language. Someone who values the stringing together of words in this language of ours. Those feeble attempts to capture a snapshot of the soul. We try to write it down, but we never get it quite right. Pages crumpled up and discarded, or worn through with furious cross-offs and continual eraser marks. But that doesn’t stop us from trying. Speaking often involves stumbling. The mouth moves faster than the mind. I need to revise, reconsider, rework. And it’s still never what I want…but it’s as close as I can get.
I think I’ll marry someone who writes.
Definitely a reader and a writer.
Yes. Of course, yes.
But I could live with just an appreciator. Like me. Someone who has felt the frustration of wanting to paint a sunrise, using only language. Wanting to create warmth with a single word. Who has faced the intimidating permanence of print or the daunting blank page. Someone who has felt entirely lost in a novel, avoiding being found on that last page.