Literature Leap, Dostoevsky, Water Well

 

What makes one jump into the endless abys of literature.. This is a scratching question every generation faced. Looking back at the all the giants I have scaled upto with the motive of leading their core values. I took my most interesting turn in 2024.. the single best thing to happen to me is falling in love with Dostoevsky. I have always been a Tolstoy reader from my younger days. I connected, appreciated. But Fyodor Dostoevsky is a great new level of depth. I felt like walking down a well and standing at the bedrock with Tolstoy, looking at the endless bottom, while Dostoevsky writings are the vines from the bottomless walls, dragging you down, showing you the ugly truths of humankind. You suffer at the face of it and then cherish the knowledge.. and walk slowly up to bedrock, sit there, with a smile and gentle weep.. 

I read "Crime and Punishment" and "Notes from Underground"

I plan to read "Brothers Karamazov" in 2025.

here's some Dostoevsky for you.. 

• Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering
• Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear most.
• Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.

Digital to Analog to Digital...

This never ending do-loop of paper to digital and back to paper and back to digital is a glorious journey we all partake, and few cherish while a few condemn. I always enjoyed the art of switching and constantly redoing the last few pieces. This gives a new clarity to the often lost creative juice. 

I'm like many of you, is well aware of the 'new analog wave'. I have been like most of you looking at getting back my Analog days. Right from recording music, to film photography. With music, while I love the programming on Logic Pro, Komtakt and similar tools in Detroit, I do miss my hot oven analog Chennai days. Where all I did was twist the microphone to my keyboard speakers or direct line to a tape recorder. 

Film cameras are doing a come-back, the grand entry with Olympus PEN and now the Pentax 17, I just regained my lost faith in humanity. After all the things we went through, we are still not insane. 

Now that brings this post, I have been constantly switching between digital diary and paper diary. Yes, I'm one of those lost generations, still keeping up a daily diary. Last thing I do before hitting bed, or the first thing the next morning. Recently I felt the surge of thoughts, poems, phrases, love letters to dead writers, come out of me. I bought 2 new empty notebooks to scribble out my thoughts. And in a surprise, I was reading few blogs and finally land on my own blog, and felt how pathetic it looked back at me. 

Thus getting back with my thoughts. I hope to keep writing here.. among the many places I write now..