• gawd I wish i could write like james joyce, its like i have him locked up in my head, but he doesnt wanna be channeled thru my fingers...somewhere between joyce and bukowski is where I wanna be, cormac mccarthy, thomas pynchon, william faulkner..god dammit these literary assholes, I wanna be like them so much and its just beyond my reach...when I go to grasp the words in my head, they scamper away, and when theyre there, i have no way of recording them...I wish I could spew out the words, they land in my hands and i could place them on the wall, or on paper or something...i wish i could look at the computer or at the paper and they instantly be there...I never had a problem before...i think i need a topic, or some kind of deadline or framework or something...ive always hated writing about myself, especially in school, i guess I felt there was no need to write about myself, cuz it would be embarassing to read or just completely umworthwhile...someone like bukowski didnt care, he just did it, his shit life and his shit personality all down there on the page but its how he did it that made it special, he made diamonds out of shit, took something utterly mundane and worthless and made it poetic...is that where my future lies? i dunno... i still wanna be a writer tho...

• Well, I guess you are good with words though except for that you use the word "shit" a lot except for that you seem very talented.

  SMUSER17586329on January 10, 2014   Link

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