As a
young man, Jorge Luis Borges, the great Argentine poet, essayist and maker of imaginal worlds, wrote this:
I
have already written more than one book in order to write, perhaps, one page.
The page that justifies me, that summarizes my destiny, the one that perhaps
only the attending angels will hear when Judgment Day arrives.
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Hang on
- can Borges really be saying that he (and we) must deliver the right page to
the angel in order to be saved on the day of Judgment? That may be as
hard as the flinty Calvinist belief of some of my father's Scottish family that
we are damned unless we are born among the elect, and damned even so unless our
lives are justified by works. I fled that doctrine very early, though those who
have observed me working round the clock complain that it remains a sleeper (or
rather, unsleeping) agent in me. I won't dispute that the creative spirit is
stirred by a "divine unrest", whatever its source.
Can Borges be serious when he says that to produce that one saving page, we may need to write "more than one book"? That's enough to make any aspiring writer break a sweat. -
Can Borges be serious when he says that to produce that one saving page, we may need to write "more than one book"? That's enough to make any aspiring writer break a sweat. -
Mercifully,
in the last lines of his essay, young Borges relents. He wants
Simply,
the page that, at dusk, upon the resolved truth of day's end, at sunset, with
its dark and fresh breeze and girls glowing against the street, I would dare to
read to a friend.
"A
page I would dare to read to a friend." Now, that sounds manageable. And
think what can be accomplished within a page! Borges' published essays are
brilliant miniatures, often only a page in length, as are the stories collected
in El Hacedor ("The Maker"). Even his astonishing story
"The Aleph", in which his word magic brings a kabbalist legend alive
and allows us to see, for a shimmering moment, a sphere the size of a
coin that contains universal space - complete with tigers and pistons, tides
and armies and a woman in Inverness with her "haughty body" and
"violent hair" and the cancer in her breast - fills less than a dozen
pages.-
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A page
a day. In my writing workshops *, one of the few requirements I set for participants
is: bring us one page every day, in any genre, that you are willing to read to
the group. When you go home, do the same, Write one page you would dare to read
to a friend at the end of the day. It may simply be a page from your journal,
which may be the most important book you will even write. How does that sound
to you?
[1] "A
Profession of Literary Faith" (1926) translated by Susan Jill Levine, in
Eliot Weinberger (ed) Jorge Luis Borges, Selected Non-Fictions (New
York: Penguin Books, 1999).
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