Surprised by joy, impatient as the wind...
During a summer school in Ireland, I had a teacher (English litterature), named Pacelli O'Rourke.
He was a "real" teacher. Dedicated to his work, loving his subject. To this day, more than 20 years later, I still remember some of his words, and the texts we studied. He encouraged me to take the Trinity College Exam, and I passed, but that's another story.
One of the things he used to say was "you are writing to be read".
I'm currently reading a book, The Journal of Helen Berr which brought those words back to my mind. At first, this young woman didn't write to be read. Then she wrote just because she felt she had to, because of the horror of the Nazi's regime.
Her journal is really poetic, and I can't help thinking what a loss it has been that she died in a camp (just a few days before it's liberation). She wasn't a profesionnal writer, but she would have been a such a talented one, had she lived. It certainly doesn't mean that some poeple are less worthy to live than others, and their death isn't such a great loss, but it's quite tragic when you realise that indeed, this young woman would have made such a bigger difference in the world than what she did, while she was only in her twenties.
So for today, I'll only leave you, dear readers (because in fact I am writing to be read) with her words: What a shame that one half of humanity is manufacturing evil and a tiny minority is trying to put it right!
One of the things he used to say was "you are writing to be read".
I'm currently reading a book, The Journal of Helen Berr which brought those words back to my mind. At first, this young woman didn't write to be read. Then she wrote just because she felt she had to, because of the horror of the Nazi's regime.
Her journal is really poetic, and I can't help thinking what a loss it has been that she died in a camp (just a few days before it's liberation). She wasn't a profesionnal writer, but she would have been a such a talented one, had she lived. It certainly doesn't mean that some poeple are less worthy to live than others, and their death isn't such a great loss, but it's quite tragic when you realise that indeed, this young woman would have made such a bigger difference in the world than what she did, while she was only in her twenties.
So for today, I'll only leave you, dear readers (because in fact I am writing to be read) with her words: What a shame that one half of humanity is manufacturing evil and a tiny minority is trying to put it right!