Even a gesture makes a difference, even a comma changes life to death. I am born; impatient: the first is a fact, the second an observation.
Trespass … work to understand without talking, acknowledge deep satisfaction, feel peace, be at ease. Trespass into maturation, like wine; good vintage.
The difference is: only dead fish swim with the current, only fools piss against the wind? To trespass is to stay on the ground: familiar to the family and unknown to you, unfamiliar to me and known to you.
Days of work seemingly futile, dreamy, woolly, serpent-like. As children, we started to dig to get to China, as we had been told it was on the other side of the world.
Many important decisions have been made there, whilst sailing. The new generation of sailors, mingled with the old generation of sailors coming to Hernia Harbor.
My husband, who is from this town and thus one of the locals, is often complimented for how well I speak Norwegian. In the beginning I got furious about the ignorance of my own people who cannot recognize a dialect from their own country.
It has taken our theater group a long time to come home. In the early days an article was written about the group, calling us ” the children who stayed at home”.
Trespass … I still cannot understand the species, the human brain, the ego, the individual drive, the ambitions, the eternal quest, the Thing. When Anne-Sophie Erich sen and I, with the help of The Boys, arranged the first Magdalena here in Porsgrunn, I wrote an article pointing out some working structures that were not fruitful.
Is it not important to go on improving oneself and others? Walt Whitman would say: ” I am large, I contain multitudes”.
In the discussion around multiple realities, identities in virtual reality, I hear a resonance from the old world. It used to be a diagnosis of a problem, of something wrong, of something split, splintered, not in accordance to the real self.
His grandmother said that when you can’t cry any longer is the right time to start laughing. OE and Oz are writing from two very distinct areas in the world.
Hiroshima and Nagasaki are OE’s actual and literary background while for Oz it is the dilemma of the Middle East. He thought of the possibility that one or two copies might survive and end up, for example, in a library in Helsinki.