For this Thursday 13,
- Part of why I’m doing the 95books in a year challenge is to prioritize time offline. When I pull myself away from the computer, anything can happen, including greater likelihood of going for a walk.
- My brain can run hyper and fragments on too much digital text. It’s like the bullet train compared to walking. It’s more speed than the design load of perception.
- I stooped over to look at the melt puddles of 4 small snow clumps and – without looking to the side where I expected Brian to be –remarked on how it is a huge dinosaur-sized cat track. Naturally it wasn’t Brian there but some lady walking past who looked back at me with that is-she-dangerous-crazy-or-safe-crazy kind of worried look. Sigh. Sense of play, she lacks it.
- a huge list of Oulipo Oulpo techniques
- but these day I’m embarking further into the waters of terza rima. it’s kind of like a polar dip.
- The internet is a world information economy. Is it information or how you spin it? For example, by being a writer who tweets you can automatically boast being an “internationally published author” on twitter.
- There’s fresh way of looking at things, and then there’s just deliberately misleading b.s. or spoofing the jargon and game
- Isn’t fake it until you make it a license to deceive for writers not just rogue doctors?
- 4th grades have a freshness of language, metaphor and vision that we can lose in trying to relate to one another in standard ways
I know a popular author who abhors the works of John Galsworthy, but something in Galsworthy’s rhythm starts up his own desire to write; he alleges that after a few pages of The Forsyte Saga he can hear an “internal hum” which soon turns into sentences and paragraphs; on the other hand, Wodehouse, whom he considers a past master of modern humorous writing, plunges him into such depths of despond about his own performance that he takes care not to read the latest Wodehouse book until he has finished whatever he has in hand. Watch for a while, and see which authors are your meat and which your poison.
Dorothea Brande on Becoming a Writer[p.56-57]
- Everything we think, perceive, say and do is a time capsule.
- Here’s a time capsule of Tennessee Williams and Victor Campbell
- All eras end. “I humbly thank you all, one last time, for allowing me in your homes, I hope I continue to bring a little bit of cheer into your lives from the work I have done.” from the goodnight letter from Stompin’ Tom
Notable Quotable: “Poets of the kind Skaay was have an attention span measured in decades, not in minutes.” ~ Robert Bringhurst via Kim Goldberg