Initial Creation

The impossible joy of a suspended leap... I read this phrase from Reading Lolita in Tehran, a book that has revived my love of literature.

This image which is by this amazing illustrator fits it so well.

While it's been awhile since I've read it, I do remember this sense of urgency that this books inspired in me. It was a strange feeling. I was exactly the same person. I woke up at my usual time, had my cup of coffee (to go from Dunkin Donuts), boarded my El train downtown and started reading. Reading about these women whose love of books was so great, they held meetings in secret, I felt I was in the cusp of change. They invent a word "Upsilamba" and attempt to define them in their own terms. One claims it is a dance, another says it is the image of small silver fish leaping in and out of a moonlit lake while another says it is the impossible joy of a suspended leap. I love this last one hence this blog.

So here's to leaping....