Dear Blue Letters,
Today I have for you two lovely thoughts on letters, from two lovely books.
The first is this quote from By Cecile, written by Tereska Torres:
But this afternoon Myette holds nothing in her hand but the sheet of white paper, on which there runs a writing so miniscule that one might think that there are only light, delicate lines traced across the page, lines that do not form letters, only a series of sea-blue threads marking undulating wavelets on a deserted beach.
These lovely blue lines lead me to your song of the day, and to the Cy Twombly drawing above. The tangle of unletters in the drawing bring me to the letters beyond z which you can read about in Things in Nature Merely Grow (by Yiyun Li).* The notion of letters that are beyond z opens a door to fabulous visual and mental experiments: what do they look like? What can we spell with these letters? What sentences should be written with these letters that are beyond?
Which reminds me of visiting the page-scented used bookshop with a friend and a conversation we had after: I was saying that reading was keeping me sane, and we talked about whether all reading could keep you sane, or if it needed to be un-fluffy reading. Now, we could spend a lot of time discussing what fluffy reading is, that's sure. Maybe fluffy is the stuff than confers what you know already? Bias confirming? Or is it the stuff that entertains? The books that mesmerize and enchant you into staying up late to see what happens? I think, though, even so: any port in a storm; any reading will keep you saner than no reading.
* Yes; that actually makes a total of three lovely books. Enjoy a further tangling. And another.
