Week 6 Opacich
Grace assigned us to read two New York Times blog posts, written by war veterans. The first entry, Still Bleeding, 10 Years Later, by Jason Davis, is written in blurbs, which resemble a journal. I was impressed by the author’s ability to write in such a poetic yet sporadic and vague way. The way he writes is a bit like flashes of his experience, and I had to reread them to figure out what he was describing. The most intriguing part for me was the beginning. I was intrigued how he made the small daily regimen of shaving into a reflection of his memories from the war.
The days and blades drag on, digging and scraping and tugging as though a single day has not passed; 10 years have not passed.
But still I’m bleeding. - Jason Davis
The next entry, The End of War Stories by Brandon Friedman, reads more like a news story. He describes how when he first left the war, he had an intense need to share the stories and write about his experiences. Now, after a decade, he realizes that he doesn’t remember every detail as distinctly as he once did. It doesn’t upset him, because he doesn’t want to rehash the experiences. He is a new man compared to the one he was back then, and he believes that those memories belong in the past.
Writing about the war was cathartic and served its purpose. I don’t really go there anymore. I don’t have to. The memories are trapped on the pages, like wasps in a jar. They have been stripped of their intensity, of the associated sounds, smells and feel.