In his poem "Missed Time" the novelist and poet Ha Jin offers what seems to me the only way to understand blank pages:
My notebook has remained blank for monthsthanks to the light you showeraround me. I have no usefor my pen, which lieslanguorously without grief.
Nothing is better than to livea storyless life that needsno writing for meaning--when I am gone, let others saythey lost a happy man,though no one can tell how happy I was.
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