I don’t know how many of you, dear readers, have published a book, but I’m sure that most of you must have written at some point some text, whether poetry or prose, and must have printed it only to see how it would look on paper. I confess I did so, many times, formatting documents with sets of poems, printing those and imagining them as books, only to taste the possibility of “being in print”.
It’s like words were offered a different valence in that moment, a new coordinate, they became closer to reality, palpable. Once you get to see your words on paper you experience some sort of old-fashioned thrill, the tome becomes a proof of consistency of your own writing, and that moment itself is enough to serve as absolute reward for all the hard work preceding it. Continue reading
The River - Moved! 