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Charles Bukowski: On Writing

Writing, finally, even becomes work especially if you are trying to pay the rent and child support with it. But it is the finest work and the only work, and it’s a work that boosts your ability to live and your ability to live pays you back with your ability to create. One feeds the other, it is all very magic.

– Charles Bukowski

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“Very often we write down a sentence too early, then another too late; what we have to do is…” — Art of Quotation

“Very often we write down a sentence too early, then another too late; what we have to do is write it down at the proper time, otherwise it’s lost” Thomas Bernhard, writer, playwright, poet, novelist, book quote from “Concrete”

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Blaise Cendrars — memory of a bird (and a thousand words)

 ‘Je suis un homme inquiet, dur vis à vis de soi-même, comme tous les solitaires.’ (…)

Cendrars knows only the reality and honesty of the heart. His gestures, often rough and awkward, are nevertheless manly gestures. He never tries to please or to conciliate. He is the worst diplomat in the world, and consequently […]’

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Kenneth Rexroth – Miroir vide — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD

Tant que nous vivons perdus Dans le règne de la finalité Nous ne sommes pas libres. Je m’assois Dans ma cabane de dix mètres carrés. Chant des oiseaux. Bourdonnement des abeilles. Frémissement des feuilles. Murmure De l’eau sur les rochers. Le canyon m’enserre. Au moindre geste, la grenouille de Basho Sauterait dans la mare. Tout […]

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Perec – On Writing

Can I measure some of the road I have travelled? Have I achieved some of the aims that I set myself, if I ever really did one day set myself aims ? Can I say today that I am what I wanted to be in the old days? I don’t ask myself whether the world in which I live answers my aspirations, for as soon as I’ve answered no, I shan’t have the impression of having progressed any further. But does the life I lead in it correspond to what I wanted, to what I expected?

– Georges Perec in Species of Space and Other Pieces, Edited and Translated with an Introduction by John Sturrock, Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics, Penguin Books, 1997.

 

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Perec – On Writing

To begin with, it all seems simple: I wanted to write, and I’ve written. By dint of writing, I’ve become a writer, for myself alone first of all and for a long time, and today for others. In principle, I no longer have any need to justify myself (either in my own eyes or in the eyes of others).  I’m a writer, that’s an acknowledged fact , a datum, self-evident, a definition. I can write or not write, I can go for several weeks or several months without writing, or write ‘well’ or ‘badly’, that alters nothing, it doesn’t  make my activity as a writer into a parallel or complementary activity.  I do nothing else but write (except earn the time to write), I don’t know how to do anything else … I write in order to live and live in order to write …

– Georges Perec in Species of Space and Other Pieces, Edited and Translated with an Introduction by John Sturrock, Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics, Penguin Books, 1997.

 

 

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Jean Cocteau — words and music and stories

Jean Cocteau, né le 5 juillet 1889 et mort le 11 octobre 1963 est un poète, graphiste, dessinateur, dramaturge et cinéaste français. “On doit croire en sa chance, sinon comment expliquer le succès de ceux qu’on n’aime pas.” (Le Coq et l’Arlequin – 1918) “Dobbiamo credere nella fortuna. Come spiegare altrimenti il […]

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This stunnning portrait of Cocteau above was of course painted by Amedeo Modigliani  [MN]