Friday, July 22, 2011

Images for Something I Wrote Today

Mothers Day Gifts-Vintage Raleigh Bike

Peter Minuit Plaza, Lower Manhattan (1960)

Staten Island ferry, Lower Manhattan (1960)

vintage subway

Unique Detail: Dramatic Sleeves

Weekly Quotes Part 29

Finding Water

When we choose to join the human condition rather than set ourselves apart from it, we begin at once to experience relief.  If we stop calling our writer’s block ‘writer’s block’ and begin using words like ‘resistance’ and ‘procrastination’ we are suddenly no longer in rarified territory.  (77)

Our shared humanity is the solution. Our ‘specialness’ is the problem.  (78)

If we listen to the ego, we become dangerously marginalized.  Our art becomes more difficult for us to make because we are too busy trying to make ourselves into artists.  We become focused on ‘ How am I doing?’ rather than ‘What am I doing?’  (83)

Romancing the Ordinary

[H]ungers don’t disappear; if not acknowledged, honored, appeased, they will devour their torturer through depression, addiction, despair.  (310)

Journals of Sylvia Plath

How the circling steps in the spiral tower bring us back to where we were! (101)

Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity of personal identity.  One may be wrong, mistaken, a poor craftsman, or just ignorant—but this is no indication of the true worth of one’s total human identity:  past, present and future! (105-106)

I shall write a detailed description of shock treatment, tight, blasting short descriptions with not one smudge of coy sentimentality. . . . (112)

I've been reading some classics which I suppose could be described as "coy sentimentality" and sometimes I wonder if there isn't a place for such things.  Albeit, I am not the type to typically enjoy such things.  I can't imagine writing anything of any length that would be described as "sentimental" but I did write a short story once that would qualify.

In a letter from her mother:
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter—for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. . . . Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.  You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.  (115)

For I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.  (117)

Quoting first a poem by James Joyce and then writing her own thoughts:
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
If I were a man, I could write a novel about this; being a woman, why must I only cry and freeze, cry and freeze.  (124)

[T[here is the terror of having no parents, no older seasoned beings, to advise and love me in this world.  (143)

It’s hopeless to ‘get life’ if you don’t keep notebooks.  (155)

[I]t is too usual to write about the lack of ideas of writing.  (156)

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Quote of the Day

Me:  If you’d stop interrupting me, you’d give me a chance to say what you just said.
Rob:  If you’d stop trying to say something, you wouldn’t have to say it anyway.

At this point, I looked at him incredulous at what I'd heard and we both started laughing to the point where he was crying.

Rob:  Stop laughing.  I'm making you cry.
Me:  You're making yourself cry, you mean.

So clearly, Rob can speak for me but he can't cry for me because at this point I started laughing harder until tears came out of my eyes too.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Library Haul

I simply had to share this.  Poor Rob is my retriever.  I request books and he fetches them for me once a week.

For those of you who couldn't understand why I would choose not reading library books as my sacrifice for Lent, this should give you some idea of why I sometimes feel like library books are an addiction for me.

For those of you who don't read the book review blog you can at least now appreciate how eclectic my reading tastes are.   (There is one missing from this pile because I left it in my son's car.  Oops.)

For those of you who are wondering, yes there are more books in the background.  Those aren't library books but I am currently reading them.

Hello.  My name is Satia.  I am a library addict.

Monday, July 18, 2011

What I'm Doing

I have committed to doing some creative writing although it is unlikely that anything I write will be shared with anyone beyond my family.  There is a project on my heart and I need to make time for it in my life.  In Sylvia Plath's journal, I read some advice she received from a writer:  write 4 pages a day and you'll have 365,000 words by year's end.

True if you double space.  I was 2000 words into writing when I realized that 4 pages for me with my single-spacing-self equals more than 1000 a day.

But here is one thing I wrote today, that doesn't count towards the project itself although it reflects a bit of what I was thinking as I tried to fill the page.

Why is it the sad stories are the ones that come first?  I hate that.  I wish the happy ones would rise to the surface.  But if the sad ones want to be written first, then I must write them and make room for the happy memories to come forward.

 For a long time I didn't start this project because every time I would, the most painful and brutal moments presented themselves.  I realize, however, that if I don't start it can never be finished.  

Well, duh.  

And isn't it about time I had this realization.  Sheesh!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Quote from Julian of Norwich

When I first read Julian of Norwich, I was especially enamored of this particular vision she had and, since I finally finished copying all of my notes (including the marginal Biblical texts I tucked in), I wanted to share this.

And in this he showed me something small, no bigger than a hazelnut, lying I the palm of my hand, as it seemed to me, and it was as round as a ball.  I looked at it with the eye of my understanding and thought:  What can this be?  I was amazed that it could last, for I thought that because of its littleness it would suddenly have fallen into nothing.  And I was answered in my understanding: It lasts and always will, because God loves it; and thus everything has being through the love of God.  (183)
Image of olive branch and hazelnut
found here.