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Category Archives: Literature
Meaningless to Whom, Exactly?
An artist is someone who sees something that others don’t. And then makes that thing visible, in their work, for others to see. What the artist sees is something that did not exist before it was observed by the artist. … Continue reading
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Tagged creativity, Dreams, Paranormal, William Burroughs
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Scrooge
“ … It was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge.” Christmas would also be a serious time, for Scrooge. He would remember that night of his sudden … Continue reading
You must be ecstatic
In The Night Manager, Madame Latulipe asks Jonathan if he is in love. “Not that I am aware, madame,” he replies. “You are unhappy? You are lonely?” “I am blissfully content.” “But to be content is not enough! You must … Continue reading
Posted in books, Literature, Writing
Tagged Henry Miller, John Le Carré, Robert Ferguson, writing
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The Enjoyment in Writing
Past, present, and future are bound together when Henry Miller is writing. “The past is the springboard, the present the melting pot, and the future the delectation.” The past is the springboard because it is from the memories of his … Continue reading
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Tagged books, creativity, Henry Miller, literature, writing
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Building
“We have no need for genius – genius is dead. We have need for strong hands …” How to start writing? Take a building block and set it down. It is Paris, 1930 perhaps, and a day in the life … Continue reading
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Tagged Art, books, creativity, Henry Miller, literature, Tropic of Cancer, work, writing
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See What I’m Saying
First sentence of William Burroughs’ The Wild Boys: “The camera is the eye of a cruising vulture flying over an area of scrub, rubble and unfinished buildings on the outskirts of Mexico City.” Burroughs thinks in pictures and his books … Continue reading
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Tagged books, film, literature, The Wild Boys, William Burroughs, William S Burroughs, writing
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Notes on Ursula Le Guin’s “The Dispossessed”
Stepping off a train onto a crowded platform. Anxious glances of the passers-by. Shevek wonders at this anxiety: is it a function of the capitalist economy here? The fact that each of these people must make enough money to live? … Continue reading
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Tagged books, literature, politics, reading, Ursula K Le Guin, work
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Notes on Nabokov’s “The Seaport”
The whole scene is bright, with sunshine everywhere. Colours: the blue of the sea, the green of the woman’s dress. These things stand out. The sunshine gives colour to everything. Each thing seems to have its own distinct colour: no … Continue reading
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Happenings
In W.H. Auden’s poems, there are “happenings” and there are “ways of happening.” Poets create ways of happening, and this is why such people are generally considered useless – at least by the practical people in our society who concern … Continue reading