Kunyao, your writings remind me pleasantly of those Louis Armstrong, whose abilities in that regard are underappreciated. He had three main hobbies: writing, swimming, and pooping. Yes, pooping. Armstrong wrote about his bowel’s bequests with scholarly care because they were important him and his health. He was even a dedicated collage artist which, in a way, is what all writers are. The point is, the imagery in your own essay, especially the way it evokes rich colors, reminds me of how carefully Armstrong tended the garden of his own inner life, both in relation to music and not. Swimming and pooping and writing about it all gave his life chartable coordinates. Indeed, I think one's writing itself becomes the vessel in which our life is distilled and made transportable across time and space, much as the Brits of yore added brandy to wine so it did not spoil on the voyage over from Oporto, Portugal, an act which unintentionally yielded the fortified dessert wine known as Port. Depending on their own background, everyone seemed to have had an opinion on Armstrong, but he had a rich inner life both documented and informed by his own writing, which reflected his true personality. He was a fascinating person and artist who was far more complex than the caricatures made of him when he was alive.
Admittedly, I did not know any of those facts about Louis Armstrong. I don't think I'll be forgetting about this anytime soon:) What you shared about writing becoming the vessel in which our life is distilled and made transportable across time and space reminds me of a quote I came across from James Clear. He stated, "Writing is one of the only ways to outlive yourself. People still read books from hundreds or even thousands of years ago. The author's physical life ended long ago, but their mental life remains alive and meaningful even today.” I never imagined I'd compare words on paper to brandy, but now that I think about it, there are shared objectives of preservation and distribution for enjoyment by others.
Kunyao, your writings remind me pleasantly of those Louis Armstrong, whose abilities in that regard are underappreciated. He had three main hobbies: writing, swimming, and pooping. Yes, pooping. Armstrong wrote about his bowel’s bequests with scholarly care because they were important him and his health. He was even a dedicated collage artist which, in a way, is what all writers are. The point is, the imagery in your own essay, especially the way it evokes rich colors, reminds me of how carefully Armstrong tended the garden of his own inner life, both in relation to music and not. Swimming and pooping and writing about it all gave his life chartable coordinates. Indeed, I think one's writing itself becomes the vessel in which our life is distilled and made transportable across time and space, much as the Brits of yore added brandy to wine so it did not spoil on the voyage over from Oporto, Portugal, an act which unintentionally yielded the fortified dessert wine known as Port. Depending on their own background, everyone seemed to have had an opinion on Armstrong, but he had a rich inner life both documented and informed by his own writing, which reflected his true personality. He was a fascinating person and artist who was far more complex than the caricatures made of him when he was alive.
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Admittedly, I did not know any of those facts about Louis Armstrong. I don't think I'll be forgetting about this anytime soon:) What you shared about writing becoming the vessel in which our life is distilled and made transportable across time and space reminds me of a quote I came across from James Clear. He stated, "Writing is one of the only ways to outlive yourself. People still read books from hundreds or even thousands of years ago. The author's physical life ended long ago, but their mental life remains alive and meaningful even today.” I never imagined I'd compare words on paper to brandy, but now that I think about it, there are shared objectives of preservation and distribution for enjoyment by others.