Monday, February 19, 2007
It feels nice writing the truth, writing about young people and, with your letter as a key, entering through a side door the adventure of their multiple possibilities/potentials in life, before Adulthood appears with its axe of concessions.
How should one visualize it- Adulthood I mean? It depends on the particular language I presume. In Greek it is feminine "Eνηλικίωση" therefore it could be a Medusa with her untidy hair, the petrifying snakes, holding the sword, ok, but better cutting its victims with the edge of a paper which from its one side (the honey dipped one) contains promises, wages, insurance package, incentives, the scale of salary raise, bonus etc, and from the other side (the genuine one) the respective duties: marital contracts, taxation, fees, minimal photos of friends who have mysteriously vanished before the age of 30, some sundried flowers from vacations far behind in time, adverse historical circumstances.
She is covered with a patchwork cloth, you may assume what bits it contains: mixed technique- pearls, amethysts, pieces of silk with these imaginative indian colours, pieces of bloodstained gauze, again photos, again few verses written on the dress with thread, and black rags, and empty spaces, holes, for the emptiness to appear. Uff now I can see her well. And I believe it is her dress that achieves the stunning effect.
But it is still early, they may find new ways, so many ways, paths, hidden itineraries, personal options, the magic of an unexpected enlightenment, a big revolt agains all odds and expectations. So let me just enjoy for having given out my recommendation letters, in happiness, in real hope, not uttering any kind of lie.