I saw her speak in 2004. She was pure grace in its truest sense of the word. In a recent interview, she answered the question “Why do you write?”
I touches on perfection.
We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans- because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually. There’s something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.
When a poet writes a line that immediately translates from a black person to a white person, from an old person to young… or when a rich person writes a line that a poor person can comprehend… that’s a success.
There is a reason the word Angel is in her name.