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What’s Needed is Magic: Writing Advice from Haruki Murakami

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If you can believe it, Japanese novelist, talking cat enthusiast, and weird ear chronicler Haruki Murakami turned 70 years old this weekend. 70! But I suppose we should believe it, despite the youthful gaiety and creative magic of his prose: the internationally bestselling writer has 14 novels and a handful of short stories under his belt, and it’s safe to say he’s one of the most famous contemporary writers in the world. To celebrate his birthday, and as a gift to those of you who hope to be the kind of writer Murakami is when you turn 70, I’ve collected some of his best writing advice……..

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Bubbles of Love — The Lonely Author

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I would like to dedicate this to my muse, if I had one, but I don’t. So, I won’t. (Wink Wink) bubbles of love Soaking in an effervescent tubof your warm poetrytiny inspirationsburst all around meSparkling suds of passioncleanse my soulof the unsightly stainsof dirty loversand tainted memories For you are the nymphetof my passionsa […]

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Finding Love, as the Lights are, Going Out — JUST the Unwinding of Thoughts

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Her husband’s gentle acts toward her, translated… The Latin name for rosemary meant the “Dews from the Oceans”, my husband planted a few pots on our lanai. There was, the Pacific Ocean that we can see from there, it’s a weird thing though, no matter how big the wind, I could, never smell the scent […]

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Poetry – Underneath London Bridge – VinX

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How can my heart Forgive a mark Permanently Engraved for gaze Each time I see Her photographs Hanging behind Walls of my heart I do recall The notes she left: ‘I appreciate Your sweet kindness But these my legs Just have to walk Probably run… I must delay Tomorrow’s egg Well, this my heart I […]

via Underneath London Bridge — Poems by VinX

 

 

 

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The Only Story in the World John Steinbeck on Kindness Good & Evil the Wellspring of Good Writing – Maria Popova

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A decade later, and a decade before he won the Nobel Prize in Literature, Steinbeck turned this abiding tug of war between good and evil into a literary inquiry in East of Eden (public library) — the 1952 novel that gave us his beautiful wisdom on creativity and the meaning of life, eventually adapted into the 1955 film of the same title starring James Dean……

Read more: https://www.brainpickings.org/2018/09/17/john-steinbeck-good-evil-east-of-eden/

 

 

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Frida Kahlo Writes a Personal Letter to Georgia O’Keeffe After O’Keeffe’s Nervous Breakdown (1933) – Colin Marshall

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Important twentieth-century painters, as every student of art history learns, didn’t tend to sail smoothly through existence. Those even a little interested in famed Mexican self-portraitist Frida Kahlo have heard much about the travails both romantic and physical she endured in her short life. But in this lesser-known instance, another artist suffered, and Kahlo offered the solace.Available to view from Yale’s Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library, we have here a letter Kahlo sent to Georgia O’Keeffe, painter of blossoms and southwest American landscapes…….

Read more: http://www.openculture.com/2013/09/frida-kahlo-writes-a-personal-letter-to-georgia-okeeffe.html

 

 

 

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Ask a Radical CopyEditor: Are There Limits to Self-Identity Language? — Radical Copyeditor

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Every person gets to have full agency over the language they use to describe themself, even if those words are experienced by others as oppressive.

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Poetry With Summer Purpled Awe – Robert Okaji

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No one wants to be forgotten
or remembered for the wrong reasons,
but how do we attain that sweet spot
between regrettable and a barred
door clanking shut? I was born in
Louisiana. What happened next
is that song living at the edge of
memory, just beyond grasp, its
lyrics gnarled and tangled in the
roots of an old cypress along a
muddy creek. Yeah, that one. I
won’t sing it in this lifetime.
That tune’s never coming back.

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You stretch out your hands
and a reflection cuts you in half.

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I should have grabbed you and the dog,
and headed to Texas. They’ve got hills
there that the tide won’t reach, and
trees that won’t die from salt
poisoning, whose branches
won’t be festooned with children’s
clothing and bits of people’s torn
lives, and the stench won’t linger
longer than regret and the effect
of poor choice and dumb luck.

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There, then gone. I scream
until my voice rasps away
but you are still out there,
still floating, still afraid
and angry and beautiful, hair
forming a halo around your
face, no tears, no sound
but water lapping, and
the flies zeroing in.

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Next time there will be no party.
I’ll wait alone to greet the rain.
The wind will scour me
as I embrace what comes.

Positive Thought – I Do Not Care About That But I Do Care About You — thesecretblind

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I do not care if your eyebrows are not on fleek. I do not care if the spot that you think is huge, is there. I do not care if you have dribbled mayonnaise all over your top from your lunch. I do not care that you have some spinach between your teeth. I do […]

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Metaphors – Fear hÉireann

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THE FEARLESS CONNECTION NONESUCH AS SUGGESTION TO MATCH AN AGE QUESTION SNUFFED OUT BY IMPRESSION OF A IGNORED TOLLED GRIEF IN THOSE ACCENTS, THE BRIEF NOTHING ACCEPT TEAR CHAIN HENCE CHEER WITH ALE AGAIN A SOLO DESIRE IS TOO PRICEY A DENIED GROUND IN HIGH SEA HURT IS KEEN AFTER BEEN TOLD BLEACHING OUT A […]

via Fear hÉireann. — Ricardo Sexton

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