“Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are
used to seeing in print. Never use a long word where a short one will
do. If it is possible to cut a word out always cut it out. Never use the
passive voice where you can use the active. Never use a foreign phrase a
scientific word or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday
English equivalent. Break any of these rules sooner than say anything
outright barbarous.”
“The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that
one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that
one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly
intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be
defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of
fastening one's love upon other human individuals.”
“I do hope you'll forgive me if I overwhelm you with talk. When I meet
somebody who's heard that books exist, I'm afraid I go off like a bottle
of warm beer.”
―
George Orwell
Forgive me, my thought process sometimes lacks discipline. I have strange ideas. I'm a sort of armchair philosopher turned poet. This is a writer's blog, but I do not publish my finished work here. I post fragments, pieces, ideas; works in progress. I test out ideas that may or may not become more fully realized. I write flash fiction and poetry. I love generic transgression and experimental poetry. I write mostly about art and failed romance. When all else fails, I post things that inspire me.
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Sunday, November 1, 2015
Monday, September 24, 2012
I dislike Phillip Roth, but he perhaps is right in this case
"You fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon and machine guns and steel plating half a foot thick; you come at them unmenacingly on your own ten toes instead of tearing up the turf with your caterpillar treads, take them on with an open mind, as equals, man to man, as we used to say, and yet you never fail to get them wrong. You might as well have the brain of a tank. You get them wrong before you meet them, while you're anticipating meeting them; you get them wrong while you're with them; and then you go home and tell somebody else about the meeting and you get them all wrong again. Since the same generally goes for them with you, the whole thing is really a dazzling illusion empty of all perception, an astonishing farce of misperception.
And yet what are we to do about this terribly significant business of other people, which gets bled of the significance we think it has and
takes on instead a significance that is ludicrous, so ill-equipped are
we to envision one another's interior workings and invisible aims? Is
everyone to go off and lock the door and sit secluded like the lonely
writers do, in a soundproof cell, summoning people out of words and then
proposing that these word people are closer to the real thing than the
real people we mangle with our ignorance every day? The fact remains
that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's
getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and
wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again.
That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would
be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the
ride. But if you can do that - well, lucky you."
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