I want to write like this, the ability to sit down and capture a moment so perfectly and poignantly. A couple of strokes written on a piece of paper that changes your perspective, opens your mind, or even causes just the little bit of whimsy to bring a smile to your face.
From (of course) Jonathan Carroll’s Blog:
“You see them now and then in bookstores that have chairs. They often wear huge unkempt beards that appear to have been growing untended for years. Their clothes are often inappropriate for the season– for example they’re wearing winter getups on 80 degree days.That’s how I noticed him today– a big beard and a thick wool jacket. He was sitting in a puffy lounge chair off in a corner of the store. Several books were lying next to him and one was open in his lap. He also had a notepad out and was writing furiously in it. I guessed it was in response to whatever he was reading because he’d read a while, impatiently turning the pages. Then he’d write fast and hard in his notebook– like he had important or relevant ideas that had to be recorded right that second. Those singular loners in bookstores, prophet beards, a stack of chosen books nearby, their faces very serious, so intent on what they are doing. Whenever I see them I want to ask what it is they’re writing– their own stories, or arguments to whatever it is they’re reading? Madness or brilliance being scribbled page after page. For whom?”
