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[ericcoliu]

Reading, Writing and Life on the Page

Life Writing, Writing Life: The Journey to Healing

In order to work through the inner turmoil caused by my displacement and to reach out to the larger society around me, I made up my mind to write only in English two years ago. Time has passed by me, swiftly and silently, and I have done nothing important, except for so-called “life writing,” which at least helps keep my mind calm and focused.

However, one big question is left unanswered: what have I actually created? All I do is to work through my inner turmoil, reflections on where I am, where I have come from, and, too often, why I am here. I take those little details of my immigrant life and add a little of something else: I move backward and forward in time, and narrate between moods and events in which there are many rubbings-out and puttings-in. I make my life a text, a revisionist literary work. I am writing life. It is hard for it is more than just writing lines.

For me, life writing is like a journey of moving out, coming in, going back, moving on, and staying put over the spacio-tempo territory of my encounters with the inner self, significant others, and life events. These encounters might be relevant to me at the time of my writing, yet eventually be nothing important in retrospect.

I often think life writing is an outcry of pain in textual forms. For the time being, it is a way of sorting out my tangled feelings, expressing my wounded self, and thus, hopefully, healing. To write about the difficulties I've encountered since my emigration to Canada is to revisit tormenting experiences and journey back to the darkest tunnels of memory. Not only are courage and determination needed but also faith -- faith that the need for this literary exploration will pass and illumination will come at last. Until then, I keep writing in the hope that I can come to terms with my past and present. Yet I must admit that I also keep writing in the vain hope that I will be read. The two are inextricably linked.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

Reading, Writing and Life on the Page

Life Writing, Writing Life: The Journey to Healing

In order to work through the inner turmoil caused by my displacement and to reach out to the larger society around me, I made up my mind to write only in English two years ago. Time has passed by me, swiftly and silently, and I have done nothing important, except for so-called “life writing,” which at least helps keep my mind calm and focused.

However, one big question is left unanswered: what have I actually created? All I do is to work through my inner turmoil, reflections on where I am, where I have come from, and, too often, why I am here. I take those little details of my immigrant life and add a little of something else: I move backward and forward in time, and narrate between moods and events in which there are many rubbings-out and puttings-in. I make my life a text, a revisionist literary work. I am writing life. It is hard for it is more than just writing lines.

For me, life writing is like a journey of moving out, coming in, going back, moving on, and staying put over the spacio-tempo territory of my encounters with the inner self, significant others, and life events. These encounters might be relevant to me at the time of my writing, yet eventually be nothing important in retrospect.

I often think life writing is an outcry of pain in textual forms. For the time being, it is a way of sorting out my tangled feelings, expressing my wounded self, and thus, hopefully, healing. To write about the difficulties I've encountered since my emigration to Canada is to revisit tormenting experiences and journey back to the darkest tunnels of memory. Not only are courage and determination needed but also faith -- faith that the need for this literary exploration will pass and illumination will come at last. Until then, I keep writing in the hope that I can come to terms with my past and present. Yet I must admit that I also keep writing in the vain hope that I will be read. The two are inextricably linked.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[dundas]

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[anna]

The road is very narrow. Even we don't ask promise, we still want kinds of achievement.

Each stage is hard, each needs more energy.

That is what I feel.
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

The road is very narrow. Even we don't ask promise, we still want kinds of achievement.

Each stage is hard, each needs more energy.

That is what I feel.
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

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