Anyway, I thought of Emily Dickinson the other day. The first time I've really thought of her in nine years. I thought of her because I've been mulling over the idea of location. I've been here since February, and soon I'll be back in Boulder. And I want to go to school in Seattle. San Francisco. New York. Austin. Chicago. Portland. Prague. Santa Fe. Oxford. Middlebury. I don't know. Sometimes I miss living in Paris so badly that it feels like I have a big, baguette-shaped piece missing from my life. I want to move to Brazil. Actually, I want to move to New Zealand. Or both. Maybe Russia.
I was at my desk looking up how to obtain a work visa to live in Reykjavik, and I found a quote: "A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." How appropriate, I thought to myself. How fitting. (I later looked up this quote on Wikiquote and learned that "this quote has gained popularity among Facebook users as of April 2008." Blurg).
And then suddenly, I thought of Emily Dickinson, who never travelled more than 60 miles from her hometown. Okay, I don't remember how many miles exactly. But not very far. And I suddenly felt so suffocated at my desk, and so, so sorry for Emily Dickinson. And, you know, I did the normal freak out: I calculated how much money it would cost me to live in Paris again, looked up plane tickets, searched hostels, browsed ebay for kickin' old luggage.
But then I remembered another quote I once read. After Emily died, her sister, Lavinia, found the 1,800 poems that Emily never had published. And on a scrap piece of paper, she found something that Emily had scrawled out hastily:
"Area: no measure of depth."
And I felt like an asshole for feeling sorry for her, and for feeling sorry for myself.
2 comments:
I already made you read this while we were in Paris, but I love it and it fits:
"When seeing a new place, I often think: I am going to come back here later--when I am rich, or when I have more time, or when I have a purpose, or when I am with someone I love--and do this right. But it is self-deception. More often than not, my feet lead me somewhere new rather than somewhere I have already been. As I sat at that window watching the train bore through the heart of China, I had a different, more probable thought: I'd better remember what this place looks like. I will never be back." -Brad Newsham
Let's go back to Paris.
So. Fucking. True.
Let's go back to Paris.
Post a Comment