Las palabras son como mariposas enmedio del campo, y me cuesta trabajo atraparlas con mi red. Se escabullen. Se burlan.
Soy un torpe cazador.
sábado, 8 de septiembre de 2007
EPIPHANY # 32
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«Hombre del espacio. Escribidor. Enamorado».
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- Escritor amante de la fotografía y los zoológicos. Observador de la vida. Bebedor de Johnny walker. Vaquero de tiempo completo.
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"Escribo porque no puedo hablar y llorar al mismo tiempo".
Tom Spanbauer
“Emily Dickinson once said that when a poem works, it felt like the top of her head was coming off. My way of knowing the sentence just really lands is if I get a little bit teary. Not that it’s sad, but something is struck just right. And it can be funny and I get teary.”
Amy Hempel
"Never look forward; your next sentence always lies in what you have already written. As soon as you forecast what will happen you begin to narrow.
The second sentence must negate what is prior. Everything that follows is a negation of what began. The second sentence recurs to the previous sentence, but revises. It moves to collect what is behind it — always with a difference".
Gordon Lish
Tom Spanbauer
“Emily Dickinson once said that when a poem works, it felt like the top of her head was coming off. My way of knowing the sentence just really lands is if I get a little bit teary. Not that it’s sad, but something is struck just right. And it can be funny and I get teary.”
Amy Hempel
"Never look forward; your next sentence always lies in what you have already written. As soon as you forecast what will happen you begin to narrow.
The second sentence must negate what is prior. Everything that follows is a negation of what began. The second sentence recurs to the previous sentence, but revises. It moves to collect what is behind it — always with a difference".
Gordon Lish
"El hombre y la mujer que escribe en la actualidad ha olvidado los problemas de un corazón humano en conflicto consigo mismo, cosa que por sí sola puede crear buenos textos, porque sólo escribir acerca de eso vale la pena, vale toda la agonía y el sudor".
William Faulkner
"No escribo para que otros libros me aprisionen ni para encarnizados aprendices de lirio, sino para sencillos habitantes que piden agua y luna, elementos del orden inmutable, escuelas, pan y vino, guitarras y herramientas".
Pablo Neruda
"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be".
Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night
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