Exploring the parallels of devils-grass/Aaron as Stephen King for my photo assignment…
Ezra Pound’s tests and composition exercises for young writers. Also see Pound’s list of don’ts for those beginning to write verse and his list of the 6 types of writers.
How many Frasier and ER reruns does it take to make one American life complete? How many Richard Simmons infomercials? How many whiteboy/fatboy Beltway insiders on CNN? Oh man, don’t get me started. Jerry-Springer-Dr.-Dre-Judge-Judy-Jerry-Falwell-Donny-and-Marie, I rest my case.
—Stephen King, On Writing
Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.
—Charles Bukowski
To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love (the other), to know that writing compensates for nothing. sublimates nothing, that it is precisely there where you are not—this is the beginning of writing.
—Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments
Isolation, desolation, we have nothing better to show for our mistakes.
Rotting and sitting in the fetal position at the bottom of the sea.
Dreams used to guide us in better times, but times are dead.
Tomorrow you’ll see an old friend, how beautiful they still are.
Swimming in the water, you cannot drown yourself. You are living forever, and you can only pass away when you’ve had a reason to live.
No truer purpose.
“Any writer who knows what he’s doing isn’t doing very much.”
-Nelson Algren
“And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.”
- Stephen King, The Dark Tower
If you want to read some writing of mine just leave me an ask. I need some heavy critiquing.
Have you ever read Guts by Chuck Palahniuk? It’s one of the best short stories i’ve read. Check it.
Write about what you’re afraid of.
—Donald Barthelme (via mythologyofblue)
Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.
—Henry Miller (from Henry Miller on Writing)
(Source: scottiehughes)
I think now is the perfect time to continue writing my short story. I hear a calling to the other worlds…
life is not a foreign language: the memory thief
Following the path to the greenest and most marvellous hills I have ever seen; tall and majestic; my vision blurred by its awe. The wind gently brushing the long grass as it fills the gaps between my arms. Just for this moment, I feel like I can fly.
There is a distant smile climbing the…
