Engaged
I was absolutely engaged when I was reading “Memoirs” by Pablo Neruda. When I read the first page, I let out a sigh as if to say “Oh no…” — because I knew I would not be able to put the book down from then on. Every single free moment was used to devour this treasure that I found in the Plaine de Plainpalais, Geneva’s flea market. The last time I felt this way was a few years ago when I read “Walden Two” by BF Skinner. But I do regret the flash of annoyance across my face and accompanying bothered tone when a man disturbed me to ask me the time while I was (obviously) engrossed in my book.
You may be accustomed to my listings of several favorite snippets from a book I read, but for Neruda’s memoirs…
I.love.every.single.word.
So here is an excerpt of the first page :
“In these memoirs or recollections there are gaps here and there, and sometimes they are also forgetful, because life is like that. Intervals of dreaming help us to stand up under days of work. Many of the things I remember have blurred as I recalled them, they have crumbled to dust, like irreparably shattered glass…Perhaps I didn’t live just in my self, perhaps I lived the lives of others. From what I have left in writing on these pages there will always fall–as in the autumn grove or during the harvesting of the vineyards–yellow leaves on their way to death, and grapes will find new life in the sacred wine. My life is a life put together from all those lives: the lives of the poet.”
My current read is another memoir called “Stitches” by David Small. It is a graphic novel and I chose to read this because frankly, my eyes hurt! Lately, I’ve been busy with work and other projects, meaning a lot of torture at the computer screen.
When I get stressed out, I think of one of my good memories. Friends marvel at my memory abilities and it has helped me through those nine years of university and board exams. I rely heavily on my memory when I visit new places, because I am not much of a photographer. I admire the patience photographers have in turning their dials, keeping still, getting the right frame, etc…all in order to capture the life of the subject to make that image immortal. If at any time you like a photo I post, believe me, it is just plain luck that time aligned to the moment I snapped the picture.
Of course all memories are not “peachy”, and a machine to erase bad memories remains to exist in the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind“. A word of advice per Henry Elllis:
“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
Due to stress, I have been resorting to one of my favorite memories in Spain. Although twice before in Spain, I fell in love with the country by being in love with a Spaniard. I suppose by loving him, I idealize all that is Spain — the landscapes, food, and the people. Upon one of the visits to his family, we drove to a church located on a hill. Losing count of the numbers of churches seen in Europe, I did not pay any initial attention to this church. Instead, I made a beeline for steep stone steps leading to the expanse of ocean.
After we walked back up, I was stunned at what I ignored firsthand.
I cannot satisfactorily convey how I felt at this moment. Maybe it is like feeling what others describe as falling in love with a person at first sight? So I fell in love with the moment? I remember the stillness of the sea left behind me, the scratchy gravel under my sandals, the mountains squinting at me through the sunlight, and the light breeze carrying his voice saying, “Let’s take a look.” This is the memory I use to calm myself down from stress. This place is a secret shared between him and me, but I may whisper it to you one day…if you are close enough.
And another way to relieve your stresses is to simply plop onto the couch and watch a movie. I’ve watched two good ones lately, that have similar plots — caregivers hiding their pregnancies.
1. “Separation” is the first Iranian film to win an Academy Award for best Foreign Language Film. It is so intense and provides insight to the Islamic faith.
2. “Amador” is a Spanish film that is calmer, and more predictable than the former. The moving part was a letter from the dying man to his love:
translated…..
Estimada Adela,
There’s a new girl coming everyday. But I think they’re paying her to argue with me because that’s all she does. She’s like you in that respect. I can feel my time here running out. But I don’t want to leave without telling you something because I was too ashamed. Even though you might not expect to hear it anymore, or even need to. It’s important to me. I wouldn’t want to keep these words inside, or take them along with me because inside of me they have no value. But in you, they may blossom.
Te quiero con me alma
I’m not going to reveal your secret, but I think I know that little ermita in Northern Spain. 🙂
If it is indeed the place I’m thinking of, I wholeheartedly concur with your description.
Thank you for not telling =)
And I was absolutely engaged reading you post! Loved the extracts from the memoirs and noth of your photos are stunning – luck? I think you have a natural talent for seeing a lovely moment. Enjoyed your insights too.
Thank you very much! I am fortunate to have those moments in my life 🙂
And I was absolutely engaged reading your post! Loved the memoir extracts and your photos are lovely -definitely not just luck, you have a natural eye I think. Enjoyed it all, lovely stuff!
Thank you for the kind compliment!
Haven’t been following you long but love your posts and the fact that you, too, are trying your hand at photography.
I’ve nominated you for an award! Check it out at
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Wow, another award! Thank you very much… I’ve been quite busy, but I have not had time to respond to the “rules” of each one yet. But my gratitude and subsequent blushing is immediate 🙂
Coincidentally I have fallen in love with my idea of you…
Doesn’t part of “falling” for someone have to do a little with falling in love with an idea of what that person is? Maybe people hide/deny such a habit by telling themselves they love the other person’s imperfections as well.
I like this comment and decided to reply here (I was drawn here by your recent post, in case you’re wondering about the delayed response to this). Falling for someone is surmountable to falling in love with the idea of what the person is – a construct, in general. And when you find out more about the person, you choose to ignore it (the ignorance trap?) or you fall out of liking that someone. Either ways, it’s sad.
Thank you for visiting this “old” blog post of mine =) Well, you are right that when falling in love with someone, the fuel behind this is falling for the general idea of who the person is. However, I would like to take a more positive view of the “ignorance trap”. As time weighs on a relationship, fall out of liking that someone (which I have done myself several time before), for I feel that when you are truly in love then acceptance, not ignorance, is what comes to play into remaining in love with that person. No person is ever perfect. So loving the bits of ugliness along with the beauty of a person is my idea of true love. I do not picture two twin souls as a circle or a triangle, because how would they fit? Squares fit perfectly together, but then every person would fit with the other because of the straight edges. I picture each person as a puzzle piece with their own distinct curves that will fit another puzzle piece with complementary curves to develop that certain connection.
Indeed. Acceptance is about right. And there’s so much you will be willing to accept along the way.
A very engaging post! So much great advice, references, made me buy a book, love the photos, kind of post!!
Happy to inspire your book-buying 🙂
Why isn’t there a “LIKE” button in this post? In all your posts? I could like this a hundred times.
I loved this post. The extracts from the memoirs and your photos – absolutely beautiful!
Thank you! It is what stress with work projects has sparked — remembering the beautiful things to be thankful in my life =)
very good to find your blog
Wow what a great sharing. Shall read that book Memoirs by Pablo Neruda. Definitely understand why you said that you said ‘oh no’… I guess we share the same sentiment =P
I am happy to inspire another reader of his work! Enjoy!
I love the picture of the water, but I am partial to the water 🙂 even though I am more like a cat these days I just look at it.
swimming, playing, or floating on it…I like to watch the water lazily as well =)
Love this post- very engaging 😉
Thank you!
Your welcome 😉
What a great quote – letting go and hanging on, tough balance to maintain!
So enjoyed your post! Beautiful words, sentiments…and pictures!
Thank you very much….it is a special memory that always calms me down no matter what goes on around me.
Bravo!
nice post
Looks like you had a beautiful, past love story of Spain and the Spaniard. Love the pictures especially the part where the sea called you. A lot of times I have thougths and feelings like that. The sea and all that it offers brings forth a sense of peace and happiness. I like these thoughts as well, ““All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.” So true…everyday. Thanks.
Yes, it’s one of my favorite memories…yet because our story has not ended…I hope for more to come 🙂
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Really enjoyed reading this post. Now, I look forward to reading Neruda’s Memoir. 🙂
I highly recommend his memoir! Have you read his poetry? He’s my favorite poet and his memoir is not only interesting to read about his life, but the way his memoir is written has a sort of meloncholic romantic feel to it.
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