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Sorry, but it is one of those days.
I've just been reading one of my assignments, 'Giovanni's Apartment' by Sam D'Allesandro, from his book The Wild Creatures. It was amazing to the point that I went onto Amazon Marketplace and bought not only that book but two others. Including one which is letters between him and one of the Professors at SFSU, which she compiled after his death. He was evidently one of those men about whom you think, he was the most beautiful man I ever knew, and that kind of charisma shines through his writing. It was the kind of story I wanted to drape over me, roll around in, drink down, and have with me always.
The kind that simultaneously makes you long to be a writer and never want to write again.
I've just been reading one of my assignments, 'Giovanni's Apartment' by Sam D'Allesandro, from his book The Wild Creatures. It was amazing to the point that I went onto Amazon Marketplace and bought not only that book but two others. Including one which is letters between him and one of the Professors at SFSU, which she compiled after his death. He was evidently one of those men about whom you think, he was the most beautiful man I ever knew, and that kind of charisma shines through his writing. It was the kind of story I wanted to drape over me, roll around in, drink down, and have with me always.
The kind that simultaneously makes you long to be a writer and never want to write again.
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I feel like I am drowning in a sea of mumminess and work and blah. When i see you've posted it is like a lighthouse beam that gives me hope! I know this is lunatic meanderings but I'm feeling sorry for myself tonight and I do love to hear what you are doing.
I had poems published once and used to write all the time, now all I write is crappy slash. And it's raining here, it always rains in England. Tell me again about the hummingbirds outside your window!
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My life was years of morose and grey and awful, and I've changed that. So there is definitely hope. :)
I look at the people on my course who are 40 or older and it makes me really happy. Even when I'm jealous that they've had their kids already and aren't putting that off to study.
It's so lovely to have you say my posts are like a lighthouse beam. Thank you!
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The kind that simultaneously makes you long to be a writer and never want to write again.
I so know what you mean by that! It applies to art with me, as well as writing!