Thursday, August 13, 2009
Accuracy and Truth
I take liberties when I write, of course, not to lie but to tell the truth. What, you might query? But I am not a reporter. I leave things out and enhance what is important to me so that I can reveal the emotional truth. If there is such a thing. But anyone looking at my photographs will know that even in using a camera, I am representing rather than recording.
Anyway, I got an email from my Korean friend who I met in NYC.
Thank you very much for making my story nicely
I like it very much and I am very glad to be written by you
I'm so sorry but would you mind if I ask to correct or delete something?
I think something is not true. I'm sorry if I told you like that
"For two nights she stayed "in a very big apartment on the Upper West Side. He has a lot of money and a balcony that overlooks the park. But this morning, he was very cold to me. He told me that he could not see me any more, that he had a new girlfriend and what he had done was wrong."
I think It's not a very big apartment..It was a very nice, to be sure but I think It wasn't big and he makes money a lot but doesn't have money a lot because he doesn't save money , spend moeny a lot..I'm sorry if I make you feel bad but I don't want to write not true and I think some people might think that i like him because he is rich
That's not true and I don't want that anyone think like that
I'm so sorry but please correct a little for me
I am certain that she did not like him for the money. Do not think that. No, no, not at all. I am sorry, M, if it seemed that way. Your words will be my correction. I am flattered that you trusted me tell it at all.
M tells me that her trip was good for her, that she knows that she must act now and do things to change her life. Yes, that is what travel does for it. And now she is back to work. I have all my fingers and toes crossed. I have travelled much and it seems that all my insights and resolutions get trampled on by the tyranny of work. Maybe not the work so much as the conditions that surround it. But there is nothing as liberating as travel--even if it is to say goodbye.
My friend has written to me and told me a little of what happened after we parted, of what happened when she picked up her belongings. Curious? I will ask her if I can tell that part, too.
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Well of course we're curious...
ReplyDeleteOddly, I'm not that curious.
ReplyDeleteNot that the story of your new friend following you wasn't well written and enjoyable but I find it was for me, just enough.
Probably the poet in me -- leaving things more unresolved so I can revisit the story and wonder on my own the different versions of how and what happened. Vivid imagination I have.
But on the other hand, I do trust your literary talent as well...
I think your friends note is beyond charming.
For me, her story is like a movie. I don't really know where her story goes. I am curious to know.
ReplyDeleteFor me, her story is like a movie. I don't really know where her story goes. I am curious to know.
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