Reading Tranströmer’s poetry and I realize that I need more absence, more silence, more blankness. Two words are too much. One word standing alone on a page.
Maybe even one word is too much. The written must be as transparent as the unwritten. I want my writing to echo the sound of silence. “The sound of silence”. To borrow Agha Shahid Ali’s sentiment: Sound and Silence. I spoke like a poor man.