Not long ago, I was looking back through some old published work, of which there is very little, and realized that the first thing I ever published as an adult, a little essay in an even littler publication, was possibly the best thing I've ever published, freer and more lovely than any of the tight little stones I later pushed forth. At the time of its publication, I was living with my fiance in the fishing town of El Estor, Guatemala. I was paid $25 for that essay, half a month's rent for the grand house we lived in, across from the town's only children's park and The Fisherman's Embassy, the town's favorite brothel.
I'm enjoying your blog very much! You're a great writer. I sometimes feel that way about past photos I've taken. It's hard to maintain the same level of passion that I had when there was no pressure to produce a certain level of work. Your home in Guatemala sounds interesting. I look forward to your posts!
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ReplyDeleteProblem is, it might not be as lovely as I've made it out to be.
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