Through is an intersting word. I hadn’t thought much about it until I named this blog. I chose “Writing Through” because I’m interested in how writing gets an idea from one place to another or rather how I get from one idea to another through writing. Is writing like a passageway, a tunnel to travel through and come out the other side, in a different location? An English teacher once warned me to remember as I wrote about personal experience, “Writing changes it. It won’t be the same once you write it down”. Like any medium writing allows through only the bits that can be affected by words, by their sounds, their connotations, their significance. What are the things that writing filters, the stuff that is unwritable ?
Writing this I’m reminded of a haiku by Buson (1715 – 1783) that for me holds the unwritable between its words and makes me qustion if there is ever a clear ingress and egress through anything.
A sudden chill-
in our room my dead wife’s
comb, underfoot.
