What a great few days seeing some old friends, their children, walking into their life after so many years, meeting their new friends, making new arcs and families. What great people I know. I'm proud of the adults they've transformed into. Searching, walking, growing, picking up where time left off, and I wish I lived… Continue reading Last Page of my summer Notebook
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He’s dead. (I think)
Who's there? Nobody. Just my thoughts. WAKE UP. Ok, I'm up. Stretch, some toast and oats and milk, and standing, writing, and WAKE UP. I'm up. What time is it? It's right now. What's the score? Huh? How do you feel? My back hurts from so many days sitting down. Alive? Yes, I guess. … Continue reading He’s dead. (I think)
So you want to be a writer, Writing Thoughts by Dead writers, Charles Bukowski , #3(Words and audio)
(Slightly different format) if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter… Continue reading So you want to be a writer, Writing Thoughts by Dead writers, Charles Bukowski , #3(Words and audio)
You are only who you are and what the world will have you become.
A writer, a human, can only be who they will be. I may be sick. I have, like most, taken for granted, this ability of sight, never honestly trying to understand the blind, merely congratulating them with surviving. The fact is, that many of the most pure and gifted of artists who have ever lived have… Continue reading You are only who you are and what the world will have you become.
Writing Thoughts by Dead Writers, Hunter S. Thompson
I'm sure one day I'll be invited to teach the savage youth of this world, but until then, here:
Adventures In American Writing 