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I write fiction and nonfiction for magazines, work as a freelance writer / editor / journalist, and teach composition and fiction writing.
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To educate is to seek meaning in everything. It is to teach others to seek the meaning of things. This means mixing the dreams of children and young people with the experience of adults and the elderly. This exchange must always take place, or else there can be no humanity because there would be no roots, no history, no promise, no growth, and no prophecy.
— Pope Francis, 5 June 20
Recent Posts
- Dispatch from Hakalau: Post Script November 30, 2020
- Dispatch from Hakalau November 16, 2020
- Politics Can Be Civil in Spite of the Media October 28, 2020
- Living the Dream October 27, 2020
- What HP Lovecraft Can Teach Us About Programming the Reader October 27, 2020
I write it myself, edit it myself, censor it myself, publish it myself, distribute it myself, and spend time in prison for it myself.
— Vladimir Bukovsky
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If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum
La lecture est un acte d’identification, les sentiments exprimés sont déjà en nous. Autrement, le livre nous tombe des mains.
— Madeleine Chapsal
