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Notes From The Journal I Never Wrote And Other Scribbles

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A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is: when I speak of writing, what comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or literary tradition, it is a person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward; amid its shadows, he builds a new world with words. This man – or this woman – may use a typewriter, profit from the ease of a computer, or write with a pen on paper, as I have done for 30 years. As he writes, he can drink tea or coffee, or smoke cigarettes. From time to time he may rise from his table to look out through the window at the children playing in the street, and, if he is lucky, at trees and a view, or he can gaze out at a black wall. He can write poems, plays, or novels, as I do. All these differences come after the crucial task of sitting down at the table and patiently turning inwards. To write is to turn this inward gaze into words, to study the world into which that person passes when he retires into himself, and to do so with patience, obstinacy, and joy. As I sit at my table, for days, months, years, slowly adding new words to the empty page, I feel as if I am creating a new world, as if I am bringing into being that other person inside me, in the same way someone might build a bridge or a dome, stone by stone. The stones we writers use are words. As we hold them in our hands, sensing the ways in which each of them is connected to the others, looking at them sometimes from afar, sometimes almost caressing them with our fingers and the tips of our pens, weighing them, moving them around, year in and year out, patiently and hopefully, we create new worlds.
http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/2006/pamuk-lecture_en.html
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Big thanks to Roxane Gay of PANK Magazine for the opportunity to enroll in a session. Too cool of her:
http://www.roxanegay.com/?page_id=2
http://www.pankmagazine.com/





[Cuuuu-eeeee--k'yah k'yah--cuuuuu ]



Prices are semi-negotiable (but will not go lower than the costs listed below):
The Portrait Of The Stick Figure, Circa Morning #204....$7,000.53* (This is the price because there wasn't any time to get any breakfast--kept pressing the Sleep button on the alarm clock {for 2 hours} The hungrier I became, the greater the price)
The Portrait Of The Stick Figure, Evening By The Sea #371....$8,011.25** (Being repeatedly pecked by a pelican while photographing raises the cost of this piece {Should have taken some bread crumbs})
The Portrait Of The Stick Figure, This Was Taken Around Night Time #318....$7,000.58*** (Slightly more than The Portrait Of The Stick Figure, Circa Morning #204 because I tripped over an oak tree root in the dark and scraped the lower portion of my right knee {Need to purchase Neosporin})
* I probably wouldn't buy it for that price.
** I probably wouldn't buy it for that price.
*** I probably wouldn't buy it for that price.^
^If there ends up being a bruise on my knee, the cost is subject to change.'""
"""Meaning that it will go up a bit more [possibly up to $7,004.99].




SoccerTs: Good student, Pl-8-O. This is a text message from SoccerTs.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Good mentor, SoccerTs, how goes it? (?)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Would you say that this form of communication is platonic? Our words are all in the air, strange. Feel nostalgic. Miss my pigeon messenger.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-0: SoccerTs, good mentor, I am laughing out loud (lol for future text messaging purposes). Perhaps this is platonic. I must assess this situation. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Lol, I have come across. Have you heard of rotfl?
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Teach me, good mentor. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: It stands for rolling on the floor laughing. It is quite visual.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: I am rotfl. Where are you? (?)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Lower athens. U? U means you.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Eye am in east athens, pondering the world outside of east Athens. Pondering the world we cannot see. Eye ponder by the pond and wander without my wand. Eye means i. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: You are 2uu diligent. 2uu lucky to have you as a student. A student who is also my own mentor. 2uu means too.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: U are 2uu polite. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Eye am thinking of joining a fraternity. Phi beta kappa.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Frat? (?)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Have you heard that asher roth song? Eye love the part when he goes quote keg stand, keg stand, keg stand, keg stand unquote.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Eye am rolling on the floor laughing and laughing out loud. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Quote chug, chug, chug, chug unquote. Lol/rofl.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Decent mentor, eye plan to write a book. Can eye include u in it? U will be talking to my good brother [bro], explaining the allegory of the cave. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Hades yeah. Eye look forward to reading it. Must go now, to a party. The drinks will be on me. Come if you can. It should last all night until the dew of dawn at least.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: I will try. Want to get some eyedeas down 1st. Eyedeas mean ideas. Good luck with the fraternity and don't drink anything eye wouldn't drink. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Farewell pl-8-o.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Bye bye. Take care. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: One more thing, pl-8-o. Why did the chicken cross the road?
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O Whose chicken? (?)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: My chicken.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Did not know you have chickens. Why did it cross the road? (?)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: 2u see butter fly. 2u means to.
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Ha (ha)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Ha?
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Ha is equivalent 2u lol and rotfl. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: Ha
circa 399 B.C.E.
Pl-8-O: Until then, good mentor. (.)
circa 399 B.C.E.
SoccerTs: I will see you on the flip side.
circa 399 B.C.E.
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