“If you want to be a writer, do the writing. Chase the feeling …

If you want to be a writer, do the writing.  Chase the feeling.  Follow it faithfully wherever it leads.  Don’t write to be admired.  Don’t write for fame.  Don’t write to get published.  Don’t write because you have something to say.  Don’t write to become immortal.  Don’t write because you think you know the truth.  Don’t write because you have an attitude.  Don’t write to strike a pose in black clothing.  Don’t write to be cool.  Don’t write because you have an image of yourself as you see yourself squinting through the heavy burn of smoke motes rising in stage light from Gauloises cigarettes.  Don’t write only because you are lonely or because you feel deeply, see clearly, know truly, and are one of those who has paid attention to world and to the inner life.  Write for writing’s sake.  Write because you write.  Becoming a writer begins in the act of writing.  Do the writing.  All else is peripheral.  All else is secondary.  Write for the love of words as they appear upon the page.  Write for the love of words as they pass your lips.  Write for the love of language entering the ear.  Write first and foremost for the pure celebration of dictionary music.  It has been said that writers are those who have fallen in love with words and the world.  And yet, if you would become the best writer that you can be, there is something beyond simply ‘chasing the feeling.’

– John B. Lee, from Building Bicycles in the Dark: a practical guide to writing

I Love You More

I Love You More
“I Love You More” by Doug Savage, SavageChickens.com

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. I love you more.

“Be patient toward all that is unresolved …

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet

For Jen

(updated to correct the link to Jen’s site at The Soberist Blog)

 

“Lost” by Charles Bukowski

they say that hell is crowded, yet,
when you’re in hell,
you always seem to be alone.
& you can’t tell anyone when you’re in hell
or they’ll think you’re crazy
& being crazy is being in hell
& being sane is hellish too.

those who escape hell, however,
never talk about it
& nothing much bothers them after that.
I mean, things like missing a meal,
going to jail, wrecking your car,
or even the idea of death itself.

when you ask them,
“how are things?”
they’ll always answer, “fine, just fine…”

once you’ve been to hell and back,
that’s enough
it’s the greatest satisfaction known to man.

once you’ve been to hell and back,
you don’t look behind you when the floor creaks
and the sun is always up at midnight
and things like the eyes of mice
or an abandoned tire in a vacant lot
can make you smile
once you’ve been to hell and back.

“Lost” by Charles Bukowski, from Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame

For RecoveryMaldives

“The Sweetness of Dogs” by Mary Oliver

What do you say, Percy? I am thinking
of sitting out on the sand to watch
the moon rise. It’s full tonight.
So we go

and the moon rises, so beautiful it
makes me shudder, makes me think about
time and space, makes me take
measure of myself: one iota
pondering heaven. Thus we sit, myself

thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s
perfect beauty and also, oh! how rich
it is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile,
leans against me and gazes up
into my face. As though I were just as wonderful
as the perfect moon.

“The Sweetness of Dogs” by Mary Oliver from Dog Songs