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A Pause

I'm home drinking coffee from my new mug adorned by Magic the Bengal (a gift from the good folks at the Night Garden Project and Great Lakes Bengal Rescue). Look at those gorgeous eyes! If you'd like one, you can purchase one here.

Last night was the second annual Induction Ceremony for the Chicago Literary Hall of Fame. I'm tired, trying to catch my breath. It was wonderful event, and I am so proud to be a part of it, but truly it deserves its own post. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe when I can add photos by 8 eyes Photography. It's so much better to have photos, and I was backstage the entire time and so unable to take any.

I still have so many things to catch up on. I attended an all-day seminar at the Art Institute for volunteers who teach in the schools. It was nice to be back at the Art Institute, to learn about some new and existing resources. I really don't get down there enough. I also need to bring the kids downtown more often, to enjoy the incredible cultural treasures that Chicago has to offer.


The featured writers along with organizers, Sonya Arko and Anna Golash.

Ukrainian Institute of Modern Art had a wonderful reading series with some of my favorite Ukrainian writers/artists visiting from out of town: Askold Melnyczuk the novelist and founder of AGNI, and  Virlana Tkacz, a poet, writer, and the founder of the amazing Yara Arts Group. It was nice to be in the audience, just listening.

Virlana Tkacz reading some of her poetry.

Also reading were Alexis Buryk and Roman Skaskiw. I enjoyed their work, and especially appreciated the voice and characterization in Skaskiw's writing.

Roman Skaskiw reading his fiction.

It was a mix of styles from writers new and seasoned. Though their voices and perspectives were different, I was struck by the repeating themes of identity, home, and authenticity.

As diaspora writers, we retain a collective memory and vision about our ancestral home--Ukraine. Many of us have been raised with an appreciation of our almost mythic motherland--its physical location, history, and achievement are praised and preserved. Yet we are also a part of a new world, an American reality, and there is a natural desire to also be a part of that world. So we stand on the threshold, between the old and new, longing for two things simultaneously.

In his introduction, Askold Melnyczuk mentioned that as writers, we often have themes or obsessions in our work. I think for me (at least right now) this idea of thresholds is an obsession: I'm fascinated by doorways in between worlds and realities, shades of gray in between the light and darkness, the places where the sacred and profane meet and cross.

"The threshold is the limit, the boundary, the frontier that distinguishes an opposes two worlds--and at the same time the paradoxical place where those worlds communicate, where passage from the profane to the sacred world becomes possible." ~Mircea Eliade, The Sacred and the Profane

That's the thing about thresholds: they suggest passage, possibility, transformation. A good story is a threshold, as is a good storyteller. They sweep us up in the complex beauty of words that are not truth but become true. We cross over and
enter the world of a story, and if the writer is successful and if the reader is open, we bring a little of that world back with us.

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spacedlaw
Nov. 17th, 2011 07:47 am (UTC)
I love the idea that my picture of Magic might entice people to embrace the Bengal cause...
valya_dl
Nov. 21st, 2011 05:52 am (UTC)
:) It's a great picture. Those eyes!
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