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Tag: poetry
The (sort of) Myth of The Writer’s Block (rewrites)
I write out of greed and for language. There’s a need to listen to the orchestra of the living. It is often said that a writer is more alive than his peers. But I believe he might also be sleepier than his peers; a writer could be said to be a sort of narcoleptic who requires constant waking by his own imagination. He (she)… Continue reading The (sort of) Myth of The Writer’s Block (rewrites)
Novel playing with me (that’s all)
If you've written a novel before (fiction) you know that these characters come from you and yet some of them are terrible and it's some weird stuff that you're messing with, strange parts of the brain, plus it hasn't helped that my life has been under constant stress from all levels of reality since January… Continue reading Novel playing with me (that’s all)
Spontaneous prose Friday winter 2014 session (no corrections no edit no nothing just words)
Spontaneous Session 2014 I haven’t felt like myself in a very long time and I don’t know why that is- and the fan spins and the thought of the cosmos -that word and how do you rough up and smash the fingers and misplace words when you edit so long- the books and the songs… Continue reading Spontaneous prose Friday winter 2014 session (no corrections no edit no nothing just words)
Friday winter night spontaneous session
I promise I will try to tell a story about something but I don’t know if that will happen… And so no backspace and I’m going to unleash some writing on this blog and break free of something that is blocking my forehead and I so I do this once in a while and so… Continue reading Friday winter night spontaneous session
Adventures In American Writing 