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it seems to me being a good artist is about the willingness to risk failure (that is good artist as in good practice). also, this questioning about should i let people read this or let them read that, is all very pompous and self-important. you’re not exactly setting the poetry world alight with your best stuff so god knows what you’ve got in the trunk... kindling probably. i say scatter it all about. show it off. flop your wad on the table and say “wrap ya mince pies round that!” some might point and laugh... but, chances are, you might get sucked off by a few!
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My best stuff is in the trunk because it's not finished. None of my best stuff is finished, because it's not the best yet. An artist who's not pompous is a waste of time. I'm trying to figure out what use I can make of all the things that I've worked the longest on, in the meantime.
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(12-05-2017, 01:12 PM)rowens Wrote: My best stuff is in the trunk because it's not finished. None of my best stuff is finished, because it's not the best yet. An artist who's not pompous is a waste of time. I'm trying to figure out what use I can make of all the things that I've worked the longest on, in the meantime.
what does that even mean? you’re not making sense, again. have you forgotten to take your pills?
ah, fuck it, i’ll join in.
yes, but one’s best stuff is usually an auxilary substitute for one’s worst trunk. but, it unusually happens inside the jackknife not around it, as the old man of the sea used to say to the platypus. and not to mention the fact every pompous artisan blade orientates around a terminator or two. so the real question is how can the monarch climate gladden the parrot. to be sure.
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It's useless to publish a book if I'm going to post everything I write anyway. But this other stuff I can't post, it's too long and unfinished, or at least not proofread, anyway. Mostly fiction. . . . But I'm not asking a question, I'm stating my uncertainty. At the same time I'm discussing the kinds of things that go on, the things I mentioned in the first post. The questionable beauty of failure, and the decentering of the finished book as an ideal.
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i didn’t mean you we’re explicitly asking the question out loud, you buttmunch. i meant questioning as in internal uncertainty. and your uncertainty is irritating. stop being such a big fucking pussy and show us what’s in your trunk!
NB i don’t mean any of these insults to be taken seriously. i don’t think rowens is really a buttmunch (i’m not even entirely sure what one of those is) or a “big fucking pussy”, and i think he’s super fantastic.
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oooooh frickin fragalistic! forbidden foul flung dung!
in australia, if at you offensive insults are being hurled,
why then you're being complimented and offered a free root,
or being made a bestie, or cuzzybro or called cute
and if you're completely not PC, you'll be made prime minister....
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i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
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rooting is thoroughly unbritish. if we wish to procreate we have to send a letter to the queen and wait 3 to 4 working days for the infant to arrive in the post. it’s all terribly sordid and we never speak of it again, preferring to sublimate the guilt via perpetual “i’m sorries” to strangers.
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There are no objective and subjective distinctions between me and my characters and situations. I evoke them and they come to life, they call me and just breathe into the phone suggestively. People I know see them walking down the street. One person dated one for a time. They make me cough and blink my eyes uncontrollably, they drive me to drink, they perch on me like succubi when I sleep, they show up on television in the backgrounds of bad local commercials. The only way to keep them down is not to write, but then they become little birds that call to me in human voices. Usually my voice. I'm not so sure if what I'm writing right now isn't them.
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My Muse, to labour chained
demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
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Everybody who responds to me with videos should know that I'm rarely using a device that can play them. Right now I'm using a 15 dollar phone from Walmart.
Also. I'm not one of those writers who presides god-like over the worlds he creates. I'm always in the midst of them. I have no distance. Wherever I go there I am.
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ok, apologies, it's just a cute little parrot swearing like a good drunken sailor ought.... i have the same issue with embedded vids in steam
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may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
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