Poetry, favorite quotations, and journal entries. My inspiration is this quotation by Loren Eiseley: "Everything in the mind is in rat's country... Nothing is lost, but it can never be again as it was. You will only find the bits and cry out because they were yourself...
Monday, May 31, 2010
Rat's Country: I have to work hard...
I have to work hard to keep together this ragtag army I call myself. Many days, I have no idea who is in charge.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Rat's Country: My advisor, G., says writing is like knitting...
My advisor, G., says, "Yes. keep writing in your journal, but pick a project and finish it. Remember, when you knit, you want to be knitting something. For God's sake, at least make a hat. You can't just knit and purl mindlessly. Project to project--do you understand?"
Monday, May 17, 2010
Favorite Quotes: A Sunday Thought for Monday...
"Always leave enough time in your life to do something that makes you happy, satisfied, even joyous..."
Paul Hawkin
Paul Hawkin
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Rat's Country: Metaphor for something...
...it's like being in a darkened room, say, a bar, and then walking into the sunlight, squinting and confused.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Rat's Country: Excuses, excuses
Excuses, excuses crouching in the corner waiting to pounce on my intentions.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Rat's Country: If you can't sit still...
What do I know for sure about writing? Writing requires the ability to sit for extended periods of time and on a regular basis. Oh, and to keep the pen (or your fingers on the keyboard) moving while you are sitting...
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Favorite quotes: Agnes Martin on furniture...
"The sentimentality of my furniture destroys the perfection of my floor."
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Rat's Country: Some people...
Some people are dampers, dampeners, downright wet blankets, and you smolder underneath.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Rat's Country: Remorse Code
Remorse code
When a cupboard door slams shut, even a cup clacking on a saucer, I wince. What did I do wrong? Why is that person sending signals, a remorse code only I can decipher?
When a cupboard door slams shut, even a cup clacking on a saucer, I wince. What did I do wrong? Why is that person sending signals, a remorse code only I can decipher?
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