Love is the bread instinct
From “The names of the night” by Hassan Mutlak: 4 poems
Writing for me is an important piece of Jalal al-Din al-Rumi’s mirror fragments, as when he says, more or less, that, “The truth is like a mirror that has fallen from the sky and shattered into tiny shards. Every human being is capable of holding onto a piece of the truth.” I think the fragment of “imagination,” for example, contributes somehow to our understanding of the past.
I spend a lot of time thinking about my stories – two or three months just thinking, until I see the beginning and the end. Then I write the story in just three days. I close the door and type. I can’t work on something for a long time, because I come up with a new idea and want to work on that. I enjoy the time of thinking about a story – the current character, the current picture, where the story is going. And when I see the whole story, I type.
If I am alive today, if 40 years later I am able to tell the story of the Chilean coup of Sept. 11, 1973, it is thanks to the blind generosity of my friend Claudio Jimeno.