Draga Olivia,
Drage bralke in dragi bralci, ki boste to pismo lahko prebrali_e zaradi Olivinega prevoda!
Draga Olivia, ali v angliščini obstaja beseda za »črtalnik«? Te besede že vsaj trideset let nisem uporabila v nobenem jeziku, pa vendar sem ob prvi povedi tega pisma pomislila: »Moj bog, če bi vsaj imela črtalnik!«
Laura and Irene both speak of their personal relationship with letter writing. Laura is apt to send letters to whoever on her Facebook friends list wants one, while Irene sends long digital letters in the form of emails to a friend in New York. In a beautiful analogy, Laura then compares letter writing to kintsugi.
Cities, like letters, are layered; they’re contradictory and defined by presence and absence working simultaneously. Marius Burokas’ Vilnius-inspired letter serves as a reminder that both cities and the self remain open – they’re unfixed and contain the ability to be superimposed, but yet never erased.
The myth of Robin Hood has travelled far beyond its own home forest. Outside Prague’s main train station lies Vrchlického Sady, known by locals as Sherwood. This urban park doesn’t hold the legendary history of heroism that permeates Nottingham’s popular forest, but rather incorporates through literature the darker aspects of Prague’s culture.
In this day and age, writing morally calls for recognising that every sentence is written inside a burning house. To write anyway is not an act of purity but an act of responsibility. It is not putting out the fire, but bearing witness to its heat, its smoke, and the people trapped inside.
Today, we discuss pseudonyms, the forces that shape our reading habits, the debate over separating art from artist, and the Ukrainian letter-writer who believes that ‘some nations, if they read more books from other nations, would feel less inclined to attack their neighbours with rockets.’
Nowadays, the ‘muse’ has a more tangible sense. Its divine connotations have evolved over time, yet the compulsive power of inspiration remains inexplicable. And it is this power that permeates Soviah Khoriyati’s letter in the upcoming print issue of The Letters Page, where she relates the discovery of her muse Ibu E.
There is, in Jon’s words, ‘a weird tension’ between The Letters Page’s insistence on physical submissions and its simultaneous reliance on digital media. The journal mandates that submissions are sent via post and yet Jon admits that the journal ‘wouldn’t exist’ without the digital tools which are vital for its production.
Sitting down with Jon, are intrigued to learn what drew him to the epistolary theme in the first place. ‘It’s not so much that letters are important, as interesting. There’s more information in a letter that comes in the post – it’s an object that’s moved through space to get to you.’
The more letters we write, the more moments we capture, and the more fragments we preserve, the closer letters come to revealing our complete identity. Letters become our own personal archives, splintered across time and space. Here, I leave you with a splinter of me.
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