that says: Warm up, stay afloat, sink into the day.
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From my notes
(And the clouds roll in like rivers, stain the sky black over me. Suddenly I don’t believe I can do anything, or be anything, or be brave enough to even be visible.)
Photos from the library, wednesday
(And evening notes, from my notebook:
One thing I know: this always helps, even if I forget about it when I stand alone above the clouds, millions of miles from the closest star. Eons between me and the closest physical object. A chair, a window. Writing like this always helps. Now I sit for real in this couch, big notebook leaned against my knees and teacup against my stomach. It doesn’t necessarily make me understand, but one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,)
From a sunny balcony, writing with friends
(I’ve been in a flow lately with writing on a story, but now I have to really make an effort to keep going with it instead of starting to think.)
Advice for old regrets
It happened and then it was gone. It’s by thinking about getting rid if it that you’re thinking about it at all.
(3 Quotes that hit me and got written down in my notebook)
- “Every time you wrestle with your doubts, every time you dismantle your intellect to use a tool instead of analysing it, every time you choose to practice instead of theorize your creativity, you will move forward.”
- “Art is a field that’s defined by your actions, not by your qualifications.”
- “The 21st century is an aesthetic century. In history there are ages of reason and there are ages of spectacle, and it’s important to know which you’re in. Our America, our internet, is not ancient Athens. it’s Rome. And your problem is you think you’re in the forum when you’re really in the circus.”
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- “Trust yourself. Trusting yourself means living out what you already know to be true.”)
Love letters to the enemy
You’re too late
for our broken hearts.
First
Completely random thought from the other day:
There’s never been a generation more aware of their own sin. They might not categorize it as such, and they might try to cover it up – or cure it – with some twisted form of self acceptance. But don’t underestimate how much the world knows its judgement. And how much it acts in compensation for that.
(And of course let’s not skirt around the edges of chains, but let’s focus on how they fall.)
Something sassy I don’t remember writing
the art of slow living,
(I’ve done more than you)
the art of poverty.
(I’ve gone to a hundred different countries to write poetry)
From Eden
Since the beginning of time, people have chosen their gardens. But you choose by growing it.
(Not some incessant stumbling, but willful action all the way into what will be your resting place.)
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