December 2011
12 posts
“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski
La vida sin memoria no es vida.
La vida sin recuerdos…
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It's textbook.: Writing drunk →
Write drunk,
said Ernest Hemingway, and edit sober. Write drunk. Edit sober. Write drunk, drunk on the euphoria of rapidly clicking keys, and take in the sound— the sound of plastic, scraping against plastic, creativity, scraping against will, want, scraping against need, hands, scraping their way…
“I’m not sentimental, I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...”
– Edgar Allan Poe
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world...”
– Albert Pine