A Thing About Writers…
As a writer you’re allowed many passes. Most people that read your work will in fact enjoy it, because most people are not writers, and have no idea what makes a poem “good,” outside of their own, unique tastes. This does not negate their opinion, but there is a huge difference between an informed opinion and an uninformed opinion. The general audience is uninformed, and we as writers are informed. It’s like making a shot in basketball in front of a bunch of 5th graders, you and Michael Jordan can both make the shot, but the difference is in the skill, the technique, and the small details that an informed audience would only pick up. The difference is, in the world of art, some artists & writers seem to believe that by making that shot, they are now immune to words of advice & criticism.
We, as writers, have an obligation to spare no one in our opinion. We are responsible for the thick-skinned, hard and critical thinking writers of tomorrow, and if we do not exercise our right to be cuttingly honest, no one will.
There are many writers currently that are soft, easy to offend and personally righteous when it comes to their “work” because they have been taught that art is whatever they want it to be, and that art is subjective and no one can tell them what is good or bad, they have no obligation to get “better” because there is no such thing.
This is the kind of thinking that is poisonous for those that spend hundreds of thousands of dollars attending school, that drop thousands of dollars on workshops to hone their craft.
These writers, these soft under bellied writers with a stronger spine in defending their work than actually learning how to make their work better dilute the pool, to an average reader our work and their work is not different, in fact, their work is often preferred for its easy to understand nature. I’ve encountered many instances where a stronger, better trained, and honed writer is undercut by writers appealing to the “the mass ignorant audience,” either through lack of technical skills or unintentional amateur mistakes.
We should never feel bad for another writer getting the shit stick, we should be proud that they are getting the truth, no matter how cruel or mean. Any criticism often comes from a place of honesty or truth, and in both instances they are immeasurably important to the growth of a writer.
I wouldn’t say I’m not the most patient of people, but I’m patient enough.
Just don’t keep me waiting.
On December 8, 1980, Annie Leibovitz had a photo shoot with John Lennon for Rolling Stone, promising him that he would make the cover. She had initially tried to get a picture with just Lennon alone, which is what Rolling Stone wanted, but Lennon insisted that both he and Yoko Ono be on the cover. Leibovitz had John remove his clothes and curl up next to Yoko. She recalls,
“What is interesting is she said she’d take her top off and I said, ‘Leave everything on’ — not really preconceiving the picture at all. Then he curled up next to her and it was very, very strong. You couldn’t help but feel that he was cold and he looked like he was clinging on to her. I think it was amazing to look at the first Polaroid and they were both very excited. John said, ‘You’ve captured our relationship exactly. Promise me it’ll be on the cover.’ I looked him in the eye and we shook on it.”
Leibovitz was the last person to professionally photograph Lennon — he was shot and killed five hours after this photograph was taken.
"The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough."
We were never friends. We were merely people who’ve met and decided that a day not spent together was a day that was a day wasted. There was only his voice and mine, and whatever that may follow.
I would tell you I love you,
but I don’t think that’s enough
to convey what I feel for you
"I would love to say
weak in the knees
to be quite upfront
make my body
it has knees
A List of Things I Have The Freedom To Be Undecided About Again:
Maybe one day I would like to buy a pack of cigarettes and make my fingers smell like tobacco before I consume the beast between my lungs.
I have always wondered as to whether I really want children or not. Now I can make love to the ideas for as long as I want to.
I have never had a concrete idea on spending an entire lifetime together. That isn’t something that children should be brought up to know. I have an entire lifetime to let life surprise me. Even if it means making lifelong partnerships obsolete.
I wonder how other lips may taste and if their breath tastes as solid. With chemistry comes small experiments. Burns I am willing to take.
Sometimes people are too scared too move on because they have never been with anyone else and they don’t know how. I don’t have to be fifty and divorced to have to force myself to try it.
I can spend incredible amounts of time with myself: late at night eating bowls of cereals, in the afternoon to play video games, in the morning taking showers long enough to finish the hot water. I will not feel guilty about those things ever again.
I will travel and fall in love.
I will come back and fall in love.
I will create something so big and so daring that I will stumble and fall back in frightened sense of what-do-I-do-now. I will have myself to pick me up and ask the same thing with more intention.
I will be happy.
I will be happy.
I will be happy.
Wong Fu Productions: To Those Nights
To Those Nights by Wong Fu Productions
“And in that moment, you realized this is exactly what you been searching for all along.”
How will you make yourself Happy? I personally believe that Happiness can be found in your own actions and decisions. Chase your so called Happiness and worry not about the future. Good or bad outcome it doesn’t matter because at the end of the day you still gonna be thankful that you made yourself Happy. Like what was said in the short film “We’ll all get there”.
Salty Oceans and Marmalade: Double Meaning →
Tonight, even breathing
seems like something I should fill out a job application for
since I have to work so hard at it.
Once, I thought about renting
a bus and painting the word Love on the outside
like some people do with ships, so the motto would be