Blogging is one of those intensely personal-public occupations. Just in the act of writing, we may let something slip, allow a thought or idea to break through in the text that reveals our "true" selves. Jean Genet called this the "holy of holies", Kafka called it "the frozen sea" ... And in the blogging world, your self-revelation could be read by anyone (or no-one) -- it could be read by your boss, your lover, your ex-lover, your children or your extended family.
I have been pondering how blogging can generate strong bonds of friendship between people who have never met face-to-face. I was wondering how it is that we, as readers, enter into the spirit of relationship so openly (and at times, so fiercely) and quickly with authors whom we admire. And then I skipped by Maryam's blog and my breath was taken away. I wanted to respond (but was black balled), but needed something more poetic than my own words ... so I was looking through the writings of some of my favourite authors, and came across something delicious.
There is a deep philosophic and emotional linkage between reading and writing. In fact, I believe that a good write must be a good reader -- and vice versa, that a good reader can be a good writer (with effort and discipline). With this in mind, I found a great quote from Proust's small book, On Reading -- which applies in the same way to writing:
The atmosphere of this pure form of friendship [reading/writing] is silence, which is purer than speech. Because we speak for others, but keep silent for ourselves. So silence, unlike speech, does not bear the trace of our defects, or our affectations.
I think this is partly what draws me to text over image, what drives me seek out and write stories and what makes me question the use of photographs on blogs. In a predominantly visual medium such as the web, the dominance of text amounts to a form of eloquent silence in which readers and writers can commune.
Oh ... and in case you haven't ... vote for Maryam.
Thank you, Gavin, for helping me post the difficult and painful entry that is on my blog today. You gave me the courage to write it.
Posted by: Maryam in Marrakesh | 01 February 2007 at 01:28 AM
Hey Gavin,
Nice. Love the quote from Proust. I actually had to look up the word "affectations".
It's my new favoritest word! The pull to "put on airs" is so prevalent in the blog-world... and in my life!
Sean (thank god *I* didn't give up exclamations!) Howard
Posted by: Sean Howard | 01 February 2007 at 01:40 AM
wow... I just read Maryam's article.
You weren't kidding.
Posted by: Sean Howard | 01 February 2007 at 02:06 AM
I read that post this morning, it was very moving. I've voted.
Posted by: Kirsty | 01 February 2007 at 03:21 AM
Gorgeous post--both you and Maryam. They say that the internet fascilitates communication by removing geograpical limitations between people. But more significantly, it brings down the interior boundaries as well.
Posted by: Sharon Sarmiento | 01 February 2007 at 09:52 AM
Gavin — You've made more deep connections with people across the blogosphere than any other blogger I know.
You're clearly big of heart, and you share it. I'm glad you've introduced me to Maryam. Thank you.
Posted by: KG | 01 February 2007 at 10:09 AM
Nice post. Morning. It's raining in Munich.
Posted by: Marcus Brown | 01 February 2007 at 06:31 PM
that's really a touching post. and maryam is teaching us the inner beauty.
Posted by: gianandrea facchini | 02 February 2007 at 09:21 PM
I am so pleased you all love Maryam's blog. Actually, my friend Emily told me this morning that she wants MORE! She cant wait to read the book ... and I am sure others would agree.
Posted by: Gavin Heaton | 03 February 2007 at 07:38 AM