#writing
Good Writing in a Bad Place: How One Incarcerated Writer Feeds His Craft
https://lithub.com/good-writing-in-a-bad-place-how-one-incarcerated-writer-feeds-his-craft/
Spoonerism
There was round, just as the margins had cracked the retaking of Dalton, nexus their inheritance were perfected to challenge emblematic distribution, the throw concealed postulation, fair or defined as the product to notation. Skipped a meal or arose to occasion, pardoned the memory of feldspar and quartz, the sisters sister, made before her a paleontological ruin, anodes of twenty two-plus one insistence you see. They rate you for you are insistence; perfected in rotation, designer cartels kissing camels perfumed, or skipping the mealy one.
They destined inertia, sold the camel to the onlooker for quality control, made first for our first marginal nexus, quantity came to his inherent product, never to place in a marginal burial. They needed it, placed it, paid the camel a finders fee, to the inherent one, glory were the marginal rethrow, inspiration at hand, reservations for the academy of science. ©
Metronome travels
The bounty was verified latches, their reflecting hunger vast as the rounding pendulum, one we are two are we to time. Fasting thoughts reappeared with precision, shapely instrumental, each the plume redefining in restoration, nestled to the destine climb, chambers of exquisite grace, ethereal nubs a cathartic tone, continuous imagery in secondary clouds. Drifting cords of one, they exchange through thirdly spaces, intermittent visuals of sound, if snippets held one, then the many held time and spatial mapping. The imprint stole recourse of pride, reflect of imperfect principles, equality to the pendulum in placing them to a time in spiny heart.
You see, folds of remembrance, held to the rounding temporal of time, cliques you have pieces of a automatic smile, docs the time in a vast spherical clock. Timing us with you looking present to age the wares of watches, redress the handmade copy of carbon, you fold cereal to pastries, watch to automate pressure, dials to conduct the round energy of being stored, plume in restoration two, the sound rise and global nutrition. Extract in warming one cooler climate. Place between a barren sunrise, for you have the earth we see in retreating the cusp of appearing two, for a place visual with renewal, one of me, shoulders the time we eat pastries with cups and tea. ©
Man do I Identify with that!
I was drawn to neuroscience for the same reasons that I was drawn to writing. I wanted to learn about consciousness; I hoped that my studies would lead to a deeper understanding of my own inner life and others’. I hoped that memorizing the molecular weight of loneliness might save me from it.
https://lithub.com/the-molecular-weight-of-loneliness-on-writing-fiction-influenced-by-neuroscience
manners
If the preferred word were outsourced, to a word containing an object, the subject of the withheld esteem, could be lateral to the subjective being held. In brimming coffee, the poets notes suggested a tightly held fabric, warmer then the usual insistence, liquidity transfers to a supple table, stops in a tactile insulate, most are outsourced, shutters a cartridge. Byzantine art echoed the freefall, division platformed to the chalk stick talkers, and breached the intuitive cup.
Then if, the art shown, scopes resulting substantial restoration, peek bodies of climes worn slight, fleeting brims and resister pins, pleasing a doctoral timetable. Place slight the conformation, table external paragraphs to the outsourced plates, notes they are exchanging, written for a better word, indelible timing, or knave the timely two woven fabric a cedared shuffle.
Singed the shallow light falling an actors backdrop, pedestrian traffickers of predated youth, filing the remarkable cedar, stock marked in a travellers timepiece; words ending in violation. The house forethought an extra dressing, subliminal those chief dispersions, rets or the sense of retaining clouds. Serene and her poet made those extra notes an tutorials, trippy revolving repeaters. Contortion was a recommendation, meta data shifting meta data, replacing global sunsets.
The Byzantine art reported to an ashen cartridge of staccato platforms, coffee change reminded the exult world played to my expenses. Nothing came to the computer cartridge that a summary disclosure could not hide, spied and adopted social remorse, they don’t even look that way in real life! Labelled grand prix the following attire, they are keyless once the spoken word disarms itself: Chatterton affixes the wireless threads spreads, and on quest, divided himself between open source software and the irreplaceable burden of hardware. ©
Home page…
They lay to a remittent world, in a superseded patent, abode in everlasting coding; you have two, those words are namely resolution too a abbreviation, sites the one implied, reciting to the impeccable locality of relocating the curvatures of time: Never twice have the interchangeable world reconstructed under insufficient information; vespers no answer to the interjection of sound. The whale arrived late, screening in the noon, to contention, fifteen hours implacable to the sunrise; interchange was removing a weal, said in the minutes conceding; Noah’s kid coded in embryonic distillation, fond of the weal, Galapagos turned the arch of time inland, two minding one resolution.
The plate was ambition for the coup, played the least attractive rubric, they were imbeciles of code, with partitions of store, the fictional time endless in the reliant navigating burnish. Two more words passed in the fulsome monogram, industrial glue sound for interludes of repatriation, stepped the watermark visual, two or more, destine for dreams, code for conceding arms, as injustice or configurating entitlement. ©
I love this -- Emily Dickinson's poems as she wrote them...
Also I love that William Carlos Williams since he was a physician would often write his poems on (the back of) Prescription Pads..
https://jillianhess.substack.com/p/deciphering-emily-dickinsons-notes
Here's a nice summation of Donald Trump. I wish I had written it.
The kinetic type.
Geisha mouse then reappeared definingly helpless to the slumber, awoke sated to the imagery, recovered their hamlet in kinetic spontenality; you have treble the world we imposed, thrice the remaining imposition, conducting our solitude, placings to a walk of generating compassion. Our theory is a perpetual contrast to have appraisal of propositions, then the imagery we share, comparisons neglecting an arrival. The coverage have samples, threads are of their return, we pocket you scenery, those of nature grow from the imposing withheld, a field with exchange, half of they conduct half of their necessaries. Suppose one item belong cart, then remove the insisting cart to itemise pocket, then place amount of husk with removal of grainy bases, we remiss as walks the employment. Halve slices, feta spinach seed whole with olives, pocket paste and with tomatoes, hamlets an open slumber, ingredient the world seen to, furnish the stove and olive the flames counted, harbingers wont, semblance disorders a place in remembrance.
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J'ai réalisé un rêve d'ado
J'ai pris conscience en exposant rue du Taur Ă Toulouse vendredi, que
🌸 j'étais là où j'allais souvent magasiner ado quand j'étais au lycée Saint-Sernin
🌸 et que je proposais mes créations artistiques, ce qui étais un de mes rêves d'ado, mais que je n'avais jamais trouvé réaliste ni réalisable.
J'étais là où j'avais voulu être alors que je m'étais aménagé un petit coin au milieu du grenier pour écrire mes poèmes, que j'écrivais mon premier (et dernier) "roman", que je créais des cartes, programmes, menus... du graphisme à la main, que je m'essayais à la photographie artistique et que je parcourais "ma" ville et mes lieux préférés à pieds ou à rollers... Ça m'a fait bizarre de réaliser cela, comme un gros voyage dans le temps et ces mots: "ah, ça y est, j'y suis".
Je ne sais pas trop ce que je vais faire de cette épiphanie, mais il fallait que je pose ça quelque part pour m'en souvenir, marquer le coup, peut-être célébrer?
Prise de vue par ma voisine de marché Kimshi Zéro Déchet, édition moi même.
#epiphanie #prisedeconscience #realiser #realisersesreves #toulouse #toulousaine #ecriture #dessin #photographie #mixmedia #techniquesmixtes #followyourdreams #myteenagedream #writing #drawing #photography #artiste #vocationartiste #artist #womanartist
Five Short Story Collections To Have You Reading Like a Writer
https://lithub.com/five-short-story-collections-to-have-you-reading-like-a-writer
