Inspiration For Writers and Poets
Writing is definitely pretentious to think you are an outlet for improvements to collective societal thought, but not giving a damn about things and having no opinions… that is the greater character flaw.
If every day you write even just one tiny poem, it’ll be a good day because after a year of little victories you will have quite a book to share with your friends.
Her work is stupid, said an armchair critic, I could have written them. But he didn’t, and here she is with a bunch of books to show off and sell, and he has nothing but an opinion that is free and still no one wants it.
Contemporary art is guilty of being pretentious and amateur until proven artistic.
It’s easy to stagnate writing after a while so taking breaks is not a crime. Sometimes you just gotta live a little to find something new to say.
Writing a novel is like building a transcontinental railroad. You start at the ends and here and there in the middle and at some point after a while you’re traveling the rails looking for a gap to fill in and you realize it’s done, and the track is complete, and you might as well begin letting passengers buy your tickets.
Poetry is for strangers. The personal is universal so long as you’re anonymous.
When you write a bunch and you come back to editing some months or years off and away, it’s like reading a new poet and it’s nice when you sometimes impress yourself delightfully with your past lexicological improvisations.
The worst part about being a writer is that I always buy nice pens, and everyone I show them to compliments me on them, agrees they’re great, and steals one when I am not looking. It’s not a productive manner of draining ink.
Google owes every writer money for the search engine assistance they’ve provided with their copious quests for synonyms, fact-checks, and trips to self-education relevant to their daily paragraphs.
Writing as occupation is darling up in an attic surrounded by wood aesthetically honoring irony in retreat from people, ignoring them all to write write write and then descend into the world of nonfiction and interact peculiarly and watch them, study them, and test them for illuminations of character before returning to your cave of fiction to write write write again and maybe superficially but perhaps interestingly explain people to people.
If it conveniences or interests anyone, the only reason my vocabulary can sometimes impress acquaintances with sudden metaphors or obscure references is because I’ve read a lot of literature and love to peruse encyclopedias pages when I start to write something and realize I don’t know much about it, and I’ve oft consulted the synonym catalog to think about what it is I exactly mean to say. Poets in particular are colorful talkers and vivid conversateurs, at least when you get to know them, because of years spent laboring gratuitously over precise experiments with the lexicon.
The worth in reading poetry is every once in a while you find a sentence or a thought or a metaphor that just sucker punches your attention and you remember here and there and think it to yourself for the rest of your enlightened life.
My advice in all times of stagnation: read a book to transport yourself somewhere else in another life and forget about this one for a bit.
There is no greater trophy than a fully read book sitting on your bookshelf.
Being well read is pretentious, but, in this era of skim attention spans, is anything more deserving of being pretentious about?
Read authors at least three books at a time to really understand their minds.
Keep a disheveled notebook so that clues of your alternating current can be discovered in the inspirations of your past.
Your pedantic trolls don’t deserve a thoughtfully curated font, so respond to all sour written comments in comic sans or papyrus.
I looked at my phone and considered all the apps thinking which I should take a dive into, but stopped myself sharply imagining fly traps beckoning me in with sweet pool water to make me slip down the waxy walls and keep me there and leach away my life force and all my eyeball page view money and what would I then be remembered for? Ah, yes the writing, that will live on when I am gone, so let’s get back to the writing.
Try to be a poet even when no one is looking, and especially, most importantly, above all then.
Writing is simultaneously revenge and epiphany. A narrator is not to be trusted. The story teller has all the power and power corrupts. Revel in it.
Every one of us has their own peculiar ambition, but you have to have peculiar motivation as well, and that’s the rub for success.
Artists are responsible to and for other artists: keep yourselves honest and be a good example of professional perseverance, which is all it really takes if you care.