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“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum
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Touch has a memory.
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I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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I often cry when I write…afterward too. It’s not easy to admit, confront, confess what I do. Perhaps someone who’s been a stripper will understand me. You stand on a lighted stage and drop your clothes. You’re naked. A portion of your audience applauds you because they like what they see; because you entertain them; because you’re beautiful, brave. Another portion seeks out your faults; they find fault with the very thing you do. People judge you.
A long time ago, a writing mentor told me my responsibity as a writer was to say what no one else would. I wasn’t supposed to write clean or polite or safe. I was supposed to get dirty, take chances, write dangerously. In graduate school another mentor asked, ‘If it doesn’t hurt, why are you writing it?’
In other words, writing feels painful sometimes
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because I prayed
this word:
I want
-Sappho, fragment translated by Anne Carson
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What we usually call the beginning is the end & to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from…
T.S. Eliot
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