The Lone Writer
Memories, Speaks_Vladimir Nabokov
_Chalk, Ardoise*, Violet Ink, Fountain Pens, Pencils, stained fingers, Falaqat*, and the like…
* a flagellation on the sole of my feet! with a long, and thin stick crop from a limb of an olive-tree, wich I still remember till to today.
_a quick mnemonic method of no harm, used a longtime ago, by a Taleb, a teacher of sort, for teaching kids the Koran, in Algiers of old. Usually the momentarily little burning on the little soles, it passed a little while after it was flicked, but the learning of the Koran by rote will last forever. Similarly to that a method, in Zen Buddhism teachings_ Bashõ, the Zen Master used ago his stick to strike a naïve monk, for to let him remember his scriptures, it is called Satori. See Zen in Japanese Culture_Suzuki
"The more I read, the more I am itching with words for writing, "
“You must learn some of my philosophy. Think of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.” _Jane Austen
Then, it was unthinkable for me, of such thing to be on affair with writing; a would be-writer, some forty years ago. Because, it was an affair.
noun ar·doise \ärˈdwäz\
: A slate, a stone cut, of a grayish purple that is stronger than
telegraph blue, bluer and deeper than mauve gray, and bluer
and paler than average rose mauve, used for handwriting with a piece
of chalk, for initiating children in Pre-k,in those golden years
The first time when I started doodling Arabic calligraphy with a piece chalk on a slate; it didn’t occur to me then, nor having the slightest thought to be one day a writer, rather I was in awe before the white chalk handwritings on a blackboard, that I rewrote meticulously on my slate tablet, at first, then on a double-ruled lines handbook, later on, like any other kid on my age, a longtime ago, at the madrassa of the small village, where I spent the precious years of my childhood.
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