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    "I had come to a place where I could be at peace, and in company, which is an almost impossible feat for a writer, because writing is generally the outcome of loneliness and quietude. But in Ireland I was able to somehow bridge the gap, and find a way of harnessing the wild beast but for an instant, not to quell its life, but to record it, and then onto the next stampede, and then a word, a sentence, a paragraph, some whiskey, a toot, a bit of laughter, some song. I had come to accept life in community, which I had never been able to accomplish in all my writing life, because to write, as I saw it, you needed to be absolutely alone, and absolutely still, unless you were a Maeterlinck, Nietzsche, Miller, or Artaud, all of whom were compelled from within by an overwhelming need to walk, and keep walking, at all costs, for only in walking could they find the rhythm in which they also could write. I suppose this is why Artaud went mad on Inishmore, an island off the coast of Galway, which is covered in a neverending labyrinth of perfectly square stone fences, the claustrophobic limitations of which must have oppressively harnessed that wild Pontiac and so brought him to destruction, for when a man with no wings searches the earth for a place to soar, his search is in vain, for life on earth is not about soaring above, but about lifting that which is below, because the roots must always take hold in the writhing, primeval soup, and only wings strong enough to remain tethered to those roots, and yet rise upward like a kite on a string can secure the soul in the tumbling tide. For just as the soul is anchored on earth, so must the spirit be anchored above, for each is dependent on the other. It is this dynamic- of the spirit rooted in the heavens, and the soul rooted upon the earth- which demands our strong flight into the gales above, simply to still the soul below in the smashing, manifest sea without breaking the line between the soil and the sky, for only then is the union of heaven and earth ever won."

 

Excerpted from ROOTS AND WINGS : adventures of a spirit on earth, by Jack Haas           

 

 

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