For the last century, American road trips have inspired authors to write great novels and memoirs based on their travels by car, bus, or motorcycle. From F. Scott Fitzgerald to Jack Kerouac the open road has launched a special form of travel literature and has encouraged countless readers to embark on their own adventures. This […]
Albert Camus — The Vale of Soul-Making
Words that come from the heart are always simple. — Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding. ( 1943)
“Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind” — Art of Quotation
“Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.”
– Johannes Brahms, composer
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Michael Ende — The Vale of Soul-Making
Nothing is lost. . . Everything is transformed.
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story. (Dutton Books for Young Readers; Revised ed. Edition, March 1, 1997) Originally published 1979.
all our riches — HA’s Place
i spend the exact change (i have left) of simple words, gentle words, neurotic words, hunchbacked words, to have the evening speak and last for some more time — every second of the same quality and ruse as the lingering fragrance of raat ki rani, dreaming dreadful thoughts and foregoing them in a simple parable […]
“A self-respecting artist must not fold his hands on the pretext that he is not in the mood” — Art of Quotation
Edmund White – On The Impecunious Nature of The Writing Life
I always feel like my life is in a state of peril. If you saw my bank account you would understand why I say that. I never have enough money. I’m never sure that they are going to publish my next book. And I’m not sure literally. And it’s not just me worrying about things. It’s really true that I’m still shuffling between various publishing houses trying to find my way. So at age 70, I never feel like I can retire. I just received a kind of ominous letter by email from Princeton taking about my retirement but I thought they can’t make you retire. And I can’t afford to retire. So I’ll just go on and stagger on until I fall in my steps.
Edmund White – Writers at Work, Kansas City Public Library, Public Talk, 2010. [Transcribed by MN].
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Novelist and critic Edmund White discusses his new memoir City Boy on February 22, 2010, at the Central Library, 14 W. 10th St., Kansas City, MO.
White became immediately became involved with the publishing industry upon moving to New York from the Midwest in 1962 but struggled to get his own writing career off the ground. His first book Forgetting Elena was finally published in 1971, but sold only 600 copies.
In City Boy, White says he “longed for literary celebrity” and recalls how he overcame setbacks and his own insecurities to write 23 books, including A Boy’s Own Story — his autobiographical novel about growing up gay in the 1950s. He explains how “Fun City” became “Fear City” with the AIDS crisis and recalls meeting such legendary figures as Truman Capote and William S. Burroughs.
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Listen to the full audio of this highly entertaining and very insightful talk about the trials and tribulations of writing life at: https://archive.org/details/EdmundWhiteCityBoy
Amir Or – Le bureau — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
Je ne suis pas dans le bon monde. Non. Tout n’est qu’yeux – les gens, les murs – même fermés ils sont étrangers, fixés sur mon visage étranger. Sous une lumière de souffre la lampe de lecture rugit sur les pages qui sombrent dans le bureau ; une joue frémit, fermente sous l’oeil ; dans […]
W.S. Merwin – Variation sur un thème — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
Merci après-midi de ma vie en cette fin de saison sans âge merci pour mes fenêtres au-dessus des rivières merci pour le véritable amour que vous m’avez apporté quand il était grand temps et pour les mots qui sortent du silence et me prennent par surprise et m’ont porté à travers le jour clair sans […]
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Les petits carnets — L’urgence est au bonheur, by Sophie Ausilio
Les petits carnets Je regarde mon portable. 6:07. Mes yeux me piquent un peu. Le Tgv pour Paris est presque vide. J’ai deux heures pour écrire. Autour de moi quelques hommes, attaché-case posé sur le siège d’à côté, se mettent à travailler. D’autres dorment, la veste en guise de couverture et moi, comme à mon habitude je commence mon voyage en farfouillant mon sac.
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