September 2010
45 posts
“Why I Am Not A Painter
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would...”
– Frank O’Hara
“Believe in fate, but lean forward where fate can see you.”
– Quentin Crisp via thisissecretnonsense
“To me, the summer wind in the Midwest is one of the most melancholy things in...”
– Ernie Pyle (b. August 3, 1900) via savingpaper: beenthinking: therestisbullshit
“The writing profession is reeking with this loneliness. All our lives we spend...”
– H.L. Mencken
I started my novel last night. Odd, because I was exhausted and skipping out on seeing a performance of the band my friends are in. I felt bad for not going, but I don’t dick about when it comes to inspiration and muses. If they show up, I heed them.
We’ll see how this goes.
Consider this a mile marker in the ether.
