“The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you?”
Remembering Brion Gysin on his birthday.
(Photo by Peter Hujar.)
pick#ForeverNovember Day 15: This book is a lyrical demonstration of the mud, stones, dust, trees that form the foundations and substance of what constitutes the physical structure that make a house. Told in a lilting, almost-ethereal voice with #fog-infused art, it pays tribute to that which came before everything else was built – not so much lost or gone – but transformed into something else entirely. My review: https://wp.me/pDlzr-iUu
Like, this is the level of outlining I can handle. Plotters, @ me.
It‘s the third outline, updating as I draft, if that helps??
#pantser #amwriting #histfic #process #1stgildedage #a4effort #chitown #nyc #labormovements #populism #settlementhouse #story #arcofhistory
“There really was an awful lot of dust everywhere. He could practically write his name on the mirror, looking back at himself through a gauze of his own dead skin cells, processed through the guts of dust mites.”
#QuotsyJan19 | 9: #Process
📷: Made with Typorama
I don‘t know to make of this information. I‘m an reader, but although I‘ve never played, I‘ve always had a strong love for music as well. #process #quotsyjan19
