A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships.
– Jorge Luis Borges
THIS story from Rushdie about kissing books and bread is lovely. Like him books are my first love, I’m lucky in that they came to me very early, and I’ve always maintained a love affair with words, with crisp pages, with stories.
Here are some poems that I like, I’ll be putting up pages for a collection of writers I like, and here’s an example of what I’m reading now.
I’m quite the intellectual mutt, interested in many things, and I’ve been influenced by many teachers and friends in my reading. Poach, Yew Leong, Shingyi and Minzhi have introduced me to some good writers such as Richard Powers and Cees Nooteboom from Minz, Rohinton Mistry from YL and Poach’s Alexander McCall Smiths. Shingyi introduced me to Rushdie.
Sometime back I used to write poetry, and I’m being more disciplined about my writing. There’s the sensuous part of writing I haven’t given up – I always look forward to practising Chinese calligraphy, and I also love well-made paper and pretty postcards and getting mail.
The blog’s one convenient way keeping track of life and letting friends know what’s been happening.