writing prose is so fucking fun, just like taking an object, or a subject [both conceptually and/or literally, a person] or both, and intensifying that object, negating that object, combining that object and subject, placing your context on that object, or subject, or both. even if it’s not very good, or doesn’t work at all [i’ve been trying to negate positive’s to bring out the grandeur of everyday life/tasks that i found in a mcewan novel] it’s really satisfying, and i might even be able to build on the sheets/scraps of misc writing i’ve been doing on my lunch-breaks to build a short story/novel [maybe…]
also i love these brackets they feel a lot more important than regular one’s [[[]][[[][[]
i was grinning manically earlier in a coffee-shop jotting down bizarre, ludicrous phrases while chanting them in my head with the voice of allen ginsberg [takes me back to second year uni when me and my friend matt bummed howl for about a three-weeks straight] and just thinking over and over again THE HOLY SERAPHIM, HOLY, HOLY, HOLY
“You have to fight every day to stop censoring yourself, and you never have anyone else to blame when you do. What happens to artists is that it’s not that somebody’s standing in their way. The compromise really isn’t how or what you do, the techniques you use, or even the content, but really the compromise is beginning to feel a lack of confidence in your innermost thoughts. And if you don’t put your innermost thoughts on the screen, then you are looking down on not only your audience but the people you work with, and that’s what makes so many people working out there unhappy. These innermost thoughts become less and less a part of you and once you lose them then you don’t have anything else. So many people have so much to say and there are so many really worthwhile things to say that it seems impossible that we cut ourselves off from this whole avenue of enormous excitement.”— John Cassavetes (via gronalund)
(Source: hungryartist.tripod.com)
ok so i haven’t posted in ages but my new job means i’m v tired but here’s whats been going on in life in fractured form
- my friend wrote a short-story where the main protagonist was based (loosely) on me steven FUCKING miller (for emphasis i’m not FUCKING anything) which she entered into a competition and won which is amazing
- i saw a man propose to a woman outside cafe nero the other day and a guy behind them (who didn’t know them) was screaming OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH
- two people have killed themselves in front of the train i’ve been on in three weeks
- i saw veronica falls with harry which was one of my favourite gig’s i think i’ve been to but i ripped my favourite jeans running for the train
- a girl at work has a heart tattoo next to her ear which means she should “always listen to her heart”
- i haven’t been to the cinema in about 3 weeks work has me depleted of money and now i’m drawing up a list of all the things i need to get come payday
“Now you just dig them in front. They have worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there - and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see. But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won’t be at peace unless they can latch on to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.”
ok i was up at 5.30 today for my new job, i infinitely prefer commuting by train over the bus as i finished my book and slept so comfortably (in other news i am officially a wildlife ranger!!!)
