Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Transforming Pain Into Honey

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Nothing that happens to us after twenty is free from self-consciousness because by then we have the vocation to write. Writers’ lives break into two halves. At the point where you get your writerly vocation you diminish your receptivity to experience. Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey—whereas when you’re young, you’re so impotent you cannot help but strive and observe and feel.

The miracle of turning inklings into thoughts and thoughts into words and words into metal and print and ink never palls for me.

John Updike, The Paris Review, 1967

2 comments:

agnes said...

'transforming pain into honey' -- what a beautiful concept.

I was about 16 when I read my first book by Updike... I was hooked instantly and read all his books before I turned 17 :-)

Angeli said...

wow. i'm so glad to have found a fellow Updike fan. that man can truly transform pain into honey. :)

 
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