I became sure that I was no longer a good teacher when, instead of turning the lights on, I preferred to turn them off

Rubem Alves talks a lot about teaching, but this also pertains to the creative act, which is his main focus.

I became sure that I was no longer a good teacher when, instead of turning the lights on, I preferred to turn them off…

Indeed, I love the mist which covers mountains and abysses, and I feel sorry when the sun dispels it because my imagination, together with elves and leprechauns, is deprived of the mist-eerie atmosphere without which it cannot breathe.

And I also love the darkness which abides inside the deep and lovely woods of Frost’s poetry, and the light which fractures through unquiet waters in Eliot’s poems, and the eerie atmosphere of the gothic cathedral, which reminds me of the entrails of the great fish inside the sea: a sunken cathedral…My whole Being reverberates, and I know that it belongs to the darkness of the woods, to the depth of the sea, to the mystery of the cathedral…if lights are turned on I am homeless…

This makes me think about Raymond Carver’s short story “Cathedral” and the mystery of the blind man giving the seeing man new sight.

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