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novlr · 9 months
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“In the end, fiction is the craft of telling truth through lies.” ― Lauren Groff
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laracroift · 2 months
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Poetry is like hunting...you either come home with the kill or you don't.
Peter Heller, The Last Ranger
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burningvelvet · 18 days
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"I do not presume to enter into competition with our greatest contemporary Poets. Yet I am unwilling to tread in the footsteps of any who have preceded me. I have sought to avoid the imitation of any style of language or versification peculiar to the original minds of which it is the character, designing that even if what I have produced be worthless, it should still be properly my own."
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, excerpt from the author's preface to The Revolt of Islam (1818)
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vibe-stash · 6 months
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All About My Mother (1999) dir. Pedro Almodóvar
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psychidion · 1 year
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‘It is as it must be. The tire goes flat, the tooth falls out, there will be a hundred meals without mustard. The poem gets written.’
Blue Pastures by Mary Oliver, page seven.
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owl-bear-in-flight · 7 months
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Terry Pratchett and I used to joke that we talk about "going to meet our maker," and if we kill characters in our fiction, then maybe one day there'd be a knock at the door and we'd open the door, and there would be some of our characters looking up at us sadly saying, "Why did I have to suffer and die?" And you'd want to say, "For the entertainment and enlightenment of other people." And they'd look up at us and they'd go, "Is that enough?" You know it has to be enough.
-Neil Gaiman (in his MasterClass on The Art of Storytelling)
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pythiaswine · 1 year
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Four years ago I read Boy Erased by Garrard Conley and this paragraph here I wrote down because it put into words perfectly what my mindset has always been growing up gay.
"Though over the years I'd done my best to pretend otherwise, I'd had a string of male crushes that wouldn't go away, a constant guilty ache that ran through my body for so long that I came to believe the feeling was just a part of what it meant to be alive. The only moments when the ache became a sharp pain were when I allowed myself to imagine a happy life with these crushes, a rarity to be sure. As Cosby spoke, I wondered what it felt like to see yourself reflected in every movie, to have friends and family constantly dropping fun little hints about your love life, to have the world open up to you in all its magnificence. What did it feel like to not have to think about your every move, to not be scrutinized for everything you did, to not have to lie every day? In my most stubborn moments—the moments that must have accumulated to such a degree that the blond-haired boy distrusted me—I told myself that it must have felt really dull to be straight. When I was my most stubborn self, I thought, This affliction is what makes me smarter. This disadvantage is what gives me my ambition. This is what first inspired me to write."
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“— And jealousy is something new, foreign. I don’t want to envision you tangled up with your past, happy, satisfied, and wanting. You whisper that there are no embers left burning and I believe you. But at one point you were with others that have touched you in ways that I haven’t yet and I’ve just spent the last year trying to retrace every one of their kisses and replace it with my own. So I take the mental hit knowing that your heart, hands, and mind were once absorbed with how soft they felt under your fingers and how different I must be from them. But I always wonder? Do you notice that when I kiss you and trace your skin, that I’m trying to make it hard for anyone to do the same after me?”
- a bitter hearts ramblings #224
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back-and-totheleft · 10 months
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"I'm lost and I'm alienated. I'm numb. I don't know where the fuck I am. Those first six to eight months [post military] were pretty rough for me because I didn't know what to do. But you know what I ended up doing? Renting a cheap apartment on the lower East Side and writing. [...] The first six, seven, eight months was pure...madness. I was just writing for writing's sake. [...] I just didn't know what I wanted to do. I guess writing was the thing I was familiar with. Writing gave me a sense of myself: I was on paper, if not in reality. I didn't know who I was in real life, maybe, but on paper? That was me. That was the only identity I had."
-Oliver Stone on how writing helped him cope with PTSD as a combat veteran, PARC Media podcast, Nov 2020 [x]
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cheshirelibrary · 1 year
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“Everyone does have a book in them, but in most cases that’s where it should stay.”
 -- Christopher Hitchens
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“For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.” ― Virginia Woolf, Orlando
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novlr · 8 months
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“I have often believed the pen to be a needle, and ink to be a thread. Each story is an intricately woven tapestry and with each word I invariably sew a piece of myself into the page.” ― Shaun Hick
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okamirayne · 1 year
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dreamy-conceit · 7 months
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Create dangerously, for people who read dangerously. … Writing, knowing in part that no matter how trivial your words may seem, someday, somewhere, someone may risk his or her life to read them.
— Professor Edwidge Danticat
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lannegarrett · 1 year
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"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you."
--Ray Bradbury
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cupofteajones · 1 year
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Quote of the Day - November 22, 2022
Quote of the Day – November 22, 2022
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