"This is what you should do: love the Earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labour to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence towards the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men.. re-examine all you have been told at school or church or any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem."
— Walt Whitman via colorsseemtofade (via snarkattack-gracenotes) (via mmryan) (via sarahb) (via myminutiae)
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A little tip if you’re writing a book.
If you want someone to be able to easily find it in an OPAC, don’t have the word ‘not’ in the title. Also, don’t start the title with a Boolean operator.
Noted.
First edition of Anthony Burgess ‘A Clockwork Orange’. What amazing cover art.
A book more people should read.
Writing is a bunch of these things.
Writing is also a completely manic-depressive activity.
You hit one of the damn things and it is exhausting to get over it. Days, weeks, months. Sometimes you never get over a particular one and have to just go a different direction. The moments before you realize that you just aren’t getting over this wall, no matter what, are the “depressive” moments. Something like this: I want to quit, I hate everything, I’m jealous of everybody who can write a sentence without having a mental breakdwon, Maybe I should just teach high school, I’m never going to finish this/publish/get an advanced degree.
When you finally drag your ass over a wall, there’s this really nice excitement thing that happens. That’s where the “manic” thing happens. Holy shit! Breakthrough! Suddenly you’re completely flooded with new thoughts (before the next wall appears). You can’t imagine ever not having a million genius ideas, and you’re pretty sure everyone is going to be jealous of you once they find out what you’re writing about. The problem is that your brain is moving so fast you can barely hold on to one thought long enough to go anywhere with it.
This is what it’s like for me anyway.
Suff that’s rigoddamnediculous…
- My library doesn’t have access to NY Review of Books online. I mean. SERIOUSLY? This ruins my life at least twice a month.
I hope Jesus Christ doesn’t return tonight. If so, none of us will hear about it.
Video on one of those great websites where you can purchase papers.
Book Review: Norwegian Wood
Author: Haruki Murakami
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Murakami has become one of my most favorite writers alive today. Just like that. It took one book. He crafts a story in a way that makes you believe these characters are real people. I didn’t want this book to end. Please read it if you get a chance. Then write me and tell me all about it.
