a few failed beginnings
Why one writes: to unload oneās neuroses without having to explain what every little thing means. itās a place to talk without being analyzed; perhaps thereās no skin in the game or itās post-skin somehow; itās a vortex with comfy clothes
Luckily Iāll never be as obsessed about the perfection of these pages than I was when I was desperate for progress in those critical formative years of 26, 27, 28, 29 and 30. Yes, Iām a bit self-righteous about my age and experience now. I am a new narrator.Ā
āOnce written, the text becomes fixed.ā āIsmail Kadare
https://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/1105/ismail-kadare-the-art-of-fiction-no-153-ismail-kadare
thank God I failed at fame
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Iām an enthusiastic innovator OK with failure; I like the brotherhood of the workday, I make a job a way to satisfaction and participation in the economy a form of play and spirituality; money is value and time is a fresh canvas to blow into and try to be heard by the system in the language it speaks; yes, systems and analytics need their preachers. Itās fun to know what to do and stay focused on the people.
I still want to play piano, sing, play tennis and soccer and baseball, have the choice always to turn to reading or listening (Chopin, Liszt, Rachmaninoff)
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the book is a record of the person I was, and I feel pride in the young person who was able to write it all down
https://theparisreview.org/interviews/6312/henri-cole-the-art-of-poetry-no-98-henri-cole
^ him at 40
another Saturday morning washed up on the shore of the in-between, another new before
comets fly
days hum
making a song
since women I adored have gone away; itās OK, I emigrate
like a bird to the blinking cursor, Notes track where and how I grew up,
http://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/poems-week-2011-2012/poem-week/dress-rehearsal-apocalypse-tomas-q-morin
like Lazarus he rose
from the darkest beds
taking the splinter where he broke
and carved
castles from jagged beds he took
time to make
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My language of obviousness has hollowed out like a hole in a tree and is filling with water; the structure of the Notes is irrelevant in ways - I am not going to publish a memoir about my life experience from 25 to 30; it's good that I have it and I'm proud of the young man who wrote it but I can't see my enthusiasm ever matching up to the action of suggesting someone else read what I have written
writing was a way out of the hell of not knowing myself or what to do
itās a record of thrashing
youāre reading now; thanks
But why throw your Notes at them when you can be nice instead? Itās not like Iām far away. If you ask me for my number Iāll give it to you and weāll text. We can relate.
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a tweetstorm I read that mattered
https://twitter.com/jonst0kes/status/890970472774602752
life is work. also, love.
ivy climbing around poles, flowers popping out of tractor grates, nature fighting through and against and amid human insistence on place and stillness - nature exerting that time is fluid, everything is burning, things don't remain unbroken; time rusts all
The thing about the moment is it isn't going anywhere; we're gonna be here for the rest of our lives
āwhat I was doingā is never rare; I need not hunt for anecdote
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2018/feb/17/elena-ferrante-im-tired-of-fiction-i-no-longer-see-a-reason-to-go-hunting-for-anecdotes
I have the record of what I was; so much data of two years ago
and I edit it; I clean it up, make the trail from birth to hear traversable
but we have to live today, bear the burden of survival every hour
eat
hydrate
meditate
pray
the verbs that keep us together
the best thing to do is to be somethingāuse your body, use your day, use your manner of speaking to get a life thatās worth being seen and thought aboutāso far so good: connive your way to a safe career that finances your creative, spiritual efforts like typing thoughts, reading articles, playing piano, singing, having weekends, taking pictures; of course donāt be a public figure; twentysomethings who havenāt done therapy are going to stay up all day and night clutching their image on screen; you have an ambivalence that is rare and valuable but you have no patience for impressing any media elite
so write and grow to make the truth bearable
hit notes well: sing, play, write, message, talk
with a backdrop of defensible business career and healthy habits (diet, exercise, water, sleep)
live into the years when you know how to write fiction because you have a fuller sense of the human condition - you know no one can save you; you know a profound solitude, a caring, nurturing, generative, restorative relationship with yourself alone at night, in the morning, over lunchtime, standing at a red lightāthatās where the joy is
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looking forward to seeing her was nice
a man typing to make himself feel better about his losses
Andante - walking pace
Allegro ma non troppo - fast but without tripping
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fuck literary elites: no one has a monopoly on what is nice to read, how solitude and disappointment draws eyes down and hearts open, seeking a like-minded soul with whom to bond, whose brave existence can make you feel seen, can give you reason to go on yet another day
one media source is insignificant because everything else is just as available
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take my lovely worm out of the bag
show you what I wrote
[years of sitting with the blinking cursor]
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drugs, love, money, art, death, freedom, time, social media, banality and justice
are all still of interest; they're the only things left to do once youāve won career
Vanity, fear, desire, competition
thinking, feeling, living my life with access to a keyboard and the endless internet
occupying this political and personal moment in time as my body accelerates toward certain demise
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typing, my voice is all Iām left with here at the edge of late capitalism, Saturday, overcast
a plane flies overhead
I have no plans except
and love shall stomp a new era
a rainforest glistening with possibilities
a house on the coast, working from home
so many lives I could explain which could be self-sustaining
I have many two-year stints left to luxuriate in
and words will fill the pages of my days because a keyboard is where my soul is home
the people I love are out there
people who love are out there
we all want the same thing: a safe home, a supportive community, education, time to pursue our curiosity, to contribute meaningfully
I know who I am now
Iām here for the collapse of capitalism
Iām ready for a role in the world as it and I will be
I fear no fate
I love life, I trust life, I am a fucking miracle
I think people will get what they deserve
Good people find each other and
Bad people get found out.
the lame crown-pieces at the tops of traditional hierarchies who donāt do anything difficult or admirable are gonna come crashing down
systems of government based on blockchain technology, i.e. transparency
get the rich people at the top out of powerādistribute wealth down for education, health care, housing, food, infrastructure, community projects
why is this money sitting in bank accounts?
2017 is the light shone on all dark corners of American reality
and the 99% are not going quietly to their desk jobs
millennials are killing everything wasteful
and actually think about consequences and interconnectivity
I was made for the future
I am just as opinionated and demanding as I was at 26 at the height of burning intensity
Now I've gotten therapy and found a safe career and I'm 100% logged on
and we know that connection is the electric pursuit so
edit something in public and realize it doesnāt need to be there!
working on your front door is good work to do
because everyone walks through
06. Connection is the electric pursuit
reread and skimmed 10/10 10:11am (21 pages)
As my aging MacBook circles the drain, I wonder: have I overestimated my computing needs?
https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/wj9bdm/i-tried-to-replace-my-laptop-with-my-phone-and-a-dollar20-bluetooth-keyboard
how much footprint do I really need?
I will have to learn how little I have to control (as far as images stored and available and my habits well-worn, i.e. I know the click and search path to getting any particular image I can remember - always honing my library - perhaps thatās the fate of man whoās transcended hourly rate and execution for othersā profit-making schemes
https://www.technologyreview.com/s/511276/free-speech-in-the-era-of-its-technological-amplification/
late nights engaged in conversations on Usenet
https://medium.com/s/trustissues/the-messy-fourth-estate-a42c1586b657
to be imaginatively drawn into the sticky world of some nearby human beingās home life
https://www.technologyreview.com/s/410623/i-just-called-to-say-i-love-you/
The numbers keep getting worse: the true energy costs of AI, connected devices, and cryptocurrency
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2017/dec/11/tsunami-of-data-could-consume-fifth-global-electricity-by-2025
written by a beautiful woman ripe with life
https://genius.com/Talib-kweli-joy-lyrics
The numbers keep getting worse: a memoir of a civilization before its collapse
tsunami of data will consume all Human Resources
https://twitter.com/katecrawford/status/1046766828939341824?s=21
giving to the void of send, to the possibly seen
the atomization of my desire to be real
thatās what will take up electricity for the rest of days
our endless desire for connection is what kills us in the end!āØ OR we become part of the worldwide effort to save humanity in heroic fashion by therapy for everyone, a collective Kumbaya, a come-to-Jesus moment where we actually come to [have?] a savior
and worship,
love
and people are loved and adored instead of fear and money
but we love images
and the devices that serve
we are comfortable holding an abstraction of the world in our hands
and we can operate our piece in it
and yes, then we sit down to dinner and realize
our body is just the container of our situation...our body
is an emissary of the struggle for survival and love we are in
this year
this month
The craving for that single stranger-filled neighborhood would not stop with the telegraph. Over the next hundred years, radio, television, and even the telephone all dramatically increased the number of daily interactions people have with information.
https://medium.com/@Marinaccio/the-telegraph-changed-how-you-spend-your-time-9a691d860e11
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