Friday, January 4, 2013
Everyone wants to give a writer the perfect notebook. Over the years I’ve acquired stacks: One is leather, a rope of Rapunzel’s hair braids its spine. Another, tree-friendly, its pages reincarnated from diaries of poets who now sit in cubicles. One is small and black like a funeral dress, its pages lined like the hands of a widow. There’s even a furry blue one that looks like a shag rug or a monster that would hide under it— and I wonder why? For every blown out candle, every Mazel Tov, every turn of the tassel, you gift-wrap what a writer dreads most: blank pages. It’s never a notebook we need. If we have a story to tell, an idea carbonating past the brim of us, we will write it on our arms, thighs, any bare meadow of skin. In the absence of pens, we will repeat our lines deliriously like the telephone number of a parting stranger until we become the craziest one on the subway. If you really love a writer, fuck her on a coffee table. Find a gravestone of someone who shares her name and take her to it. When her door is plastered with an eviction notice, do not offer your home. Say I Love You, then call her the wrong name. If you really love a writer, bury her in all your awful and watch as she scrawls her way out. Megan Falley, “If You Really Love a Writer” (via youwontlivethisonedown)

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Saturday, December 1, 2012
feralcreature:

Relevant. #Bukowski

Find something you can lose yourself in. Get in the flow zone.

feralcreature:

Relevant. #Bukowski

Find something you can lose yourself in. Get in the flow zone.

Friday, July 27, 2012

ianbrooks:

Quotable Arts by Evan Robertson / Obvious State

High quality giclée prints available at etsy. Distilling literary quotes from a handful of the masters down to a single graphic representation, Evan captures the raw concept of the sentence and makes it damn purty to look at as well.

(via: fab)

Thursday, June 28, 2012
joshuarobertlong:

“Even Out”, from Harpoon

Nothing more can be made but to know we played the game in a fair way.

joshuarobertlong:

“Even Out”, from Harpoon

Nothing more can be made but to know we played the game in a fair way.

1. Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.

2. Never use a long word where a short one will do.

3. If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.

4. Never use the passive where you can use the active.

5. Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.

6. Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

After David Ogilvy’s now-infamous 10 tips on writing and Henry Miller’s 11 commandments of writing, here comes a list of rules for writers from George Orwell circa 1946. (via explore-blog)

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Wednesday, June 27, 2012 Sunday, June 10, 2012

You know what really grinds my gears??

My walk from Jordan’s apartment to work this morning took me straight down Elmwood from about Forest, to Bryant. This walk is a little under a mile, and takes me about 25 minutes. Since arriving back home from college, I’ve been going out of my way to say hello to people walking by me that I do not know. One of the things I can say for certain that school has taught me, is how to be a polite neighbor. In such a small community, you get to know all of your neighbors and classmates very intimately, however in a city you do not. Regardless, I see no problem in saying hello to your wider range of neighbors that make up your community at home.
However, on this particular morning, one particular man—who’s face I cannot imagine soon forgetting—and the way he spoke to me has caused me to question my new found friendliness for strangers on the street. His face was sunworn, appearing to have been out in the sun on every nice day since the start of spring. The tan ran deep. The sides of his head were covered in wirey, scraggly dark hair that stuck out. The top of his head was void of hair, and in place of where a dreamy superman curl would have been had he been blessed with a full head of hair into his later life, was a distinct scab.
Passing, I continued my morning trend:
"Good morning." I affirmed with eye contact, a smile and a light nod.
"Good morning! How are you today?" I could feel the insincerity of his tone.
"Good thanks, how are you?" Pleasantries.
"Good," he paused. "You look wonderful today." By this point I was already passed him, but I shook my head, scoffing. "Yes, you do!" He tried to continue.
"I’m not shaking my head because I think you’re wrong, that’s just not something you say to me." Rage was starting to boil within me, and I stalked off, walking the final stretch across Bryant and down the street to the laundry mat.

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Sunday, June 3, 2012

i’m not bitter, or sad about what we had anymore because i’ve grown. 
you taught me a lot about myself; what i need to and want to be, along with how to successfully interact with others to form meaningful bonds.
because you helped me with this (albiet not deliberately), i still find myself with a great amount of love for you, although not in a way that makes me want to be with you. there are moments when i’m so overcome with the amount of love that i have for how our relationship has made me a better person and helped me grow, and i feel like you’re confusing that love for still being in love with ‘me’.
i love what we had even though it became so toxic (for me at least) while i was a part of it because it forced me to grow and i love who i am now. 
so i just want to say thank you for being a lesson to me, and i hope you were able to grow from our relationship in immeasurable ways as i have been.
i don’t consider you a friend at this point, but i certainly don’t hate you. we just don’t really know the other person anymore. although, i think that we ultimately have different values in life, which is fine as long as there’s respect. i think that i do a pretty good job at respecting the life choices of others in general, and i hope that you’ve learned to appreciate the differences of other people as well.
most of this thought spawned from a quote i saw and a conversation i had, so i’ll leave with the quote: 
“If you meet someone whose soul is not aligned with yours, send them love and move along.”

Wayne W. Dyer
I send you my love,
Emily.

Thursday, May 24, 2012
separatingborders:

Writing.

Butthole.

separatingborders:

Writing.

Butthole.

Monday, April 23, 2012 Thursday, March 15, 2012
But the fact remains that if we judge my work, or anyone’s work, by the most important standard of all, and in fact the only standard that really matters, which is the health of the planet, my work (and everyone else’s) is a complete failure. Because my work hasn’t stopped the murder of the planet. Nor has anyone else’s. We haven’t even slowed it down. Loaded words: writing as a combat discipline -Derrick Jensen
The time for waiting is long gone. It is time to stop this culture from destroying life on earth. So take my hand. Take the hands of all those who came before us. But keep your other hand free, to make a fist or to pick up a pen. The health of the oceans, the forests, the rivers, the salmon, the sturgeon, the migratory songbirds, are all more important than you or I individually, and they are more important than your or my accomplishments. Their health will be the measure of our success. Loaded words: writing as a combat discipline -Derrick Jensen
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The health of the planet is the only standard that really matters because without a living planet nothing else is important, because nothing else exists. Compared to this, the number of books one has published doesn’t matter. How beautifully or poorly they are written doesn’t matter. Financially supporting oneself doesn’t matter. Life itself is more important than what we create. Loaded words: writing as a combat discipline -Derrick Jensen
Sunday, March 11, 2012
joshuarobertlong:

“You can’t divorce yourself from plain language”

"Abstract is less a state of mind and more a method of choice" <—— Beautifully stated.

joshuarobertlong:

“You can’t divorce yourself from plain language”

"Abstract is less a state of mind and more a method of choice" <—— Beautifully stated.

Make sure that your words and your art and your literature move people individually and collectively in the direction of justice and sustainability.
Loaded words: writing as a combat discipline -Derrick Jensen