Keeping Faith
May. 28th, 2016 01:57 pmGoing through a drawer this morning I found the letter from 1968 in which- aged 17- I announced to my mother that I was going to be a poet. "Silly, pretentious little twit," I thought and then, "Hang on a minute, I didn't say I was going to be a famous poet, just a poet- and as unfamous poets go I've been as productive- and published as much- as most- so, actually- that's a pledge I've kept...."
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Date: 2016-05-28 01:34 pm (UTC)I always find the "Letters to my 17-year-old self" type meme that one occasionally sees on social media a little irritating, however well meant and "It gets better"-y. Or rather, my own 17-year-old self does (we don't need to write letters because she never moved out). I'd rather read "Letters to my middle-aged self" from 17-year-olds. On which note, I like that bit in The Go Between:
I'm glad you kept your pledge. Justifying your failure to do so by scoffing at your own youthful hopes would have been sad indeed.
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Date: 2016-05-28 01:44 pm (UTC)Close enough.
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Date: 2016-05-28 03:19 pm (UTC)In the same drawer I found an ancient snapshot of myself in my cowboy outfit. I think I realised that being a cowboy wasn't a realistic ambition for an English boy living in South London but it didn't stop me dreaming the dream.
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Date: 2016-05-28 06:05 pm (UTC)Congratulations!
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