Hang gliders at Torrey Pines, San Diego
It’s been a long time since anything really happened in this space. I am trying to see if I can get back into it, working out what new functions this space could serve and what new stories could be told here. I am starting small, with a picture I took today. Sometimes I think I would like to photo blog; especially when a year of writing a thesis has wrung a lot of words out of me.
It is the beginning of my summer break. Across the street from my school is the Pacific Ocean, and a glider port where people (tourists, probably) take off and learn how to fly. I think it would be terrifying to jump off the cliffs attached to one of these, but they seem unbearably calm, looking up at them below. Maybe more terrifying would be trying to come back down- what if you just couldn’t force your way down? What if the landing hurt you?
Maybe I will post more photos here, and maybe they will force me to come back down into writing, writings of all sorts. I am going to be part of a poetry reading next month (in the Bay!, it’s in the works, more info soon). Is writing again, and finding poetry again, like riding a bike? Like being afraid of falling, or of landing? It is the beginning of my summer and I am finding out.
Maile Arvin blogs here. She is a graduate student in Ethnic Studies living in Southern California. She likes coffee and poems.
2 Comments
July 15, 2009 at 12:15 am
Beautiful writing. I am blessed to have met you at the Poetry night in the bay on Monday 13. I look foward to reading more and maybe meet again.
Keep up the great work, and God bless.
Tala
July 16, 2009 at 11:50 am
Thanks for your comment and your support of our reading on Monday! It was so good to have a big supportive audience especially everybody from the Bay’s Pacific Islander communities.