So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
Franz Kafka
So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
Franz Kafka
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
Czeslaw Milosz
Poem of Solitary Delights
What a delight is
when on the bamboo matting
in my grass-thatched hut,
all on my own,
I make myself at ease.
What a delight it is
when, borrowing
rare writings from a friend,
I open out
the first sheet.
What a delight it is
when, after a hundred days
of racking my brains,
that verse that wouldn’t come
suddenly turns out well.
What a delight it is
when of a morning,
I get up and go out
to find in full bloom a flower
that yesterday was not there.
What a delight it is
when, skimming through the pages
of a book, I discover a man written of there
who is just like me.
What a delight it is
when everyone admits
its a difficult book,
and I understand it
with no trouble at all.
What a delight it is
when I blow away the ash,
to watch the crimson
of the glowing fire
and hear the water boil.
What a delight it is
when a guest you cannot stand,
arrives, then says to you
‘I’m afraid I can’t stay long,’
and soon goes home.
What a delight it is
when I find a good brush,
steep it hard in water,
lick it on my tongue
and give it its first try.
Tachibana Akemi
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tachibana_Akemi
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.
don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
Charles Bukowski
Publishers
They fuck you up do publishers.
Against them there is no defence.
No letter, postcard, phone-call stirs
The puddle of their indolence.
Each author’s fucked up in his turn.
Each contract is a poison pellet.
And, specially must poets learn
That verse don’t sell, and they don’t sell it.
Man hands on manuscript to man,
Who leaves the thing in St. Tropez.
Get out as quickly as you can
And write a television play.
John Whitworth
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Whitworth_(poet)
(based on Philip Larkin’s This Be The Verse)
The British Journalist
You cannot hope
to bribe or twist,
thank God! The
British journalist.
But, seeing what
the man will do
unbribed, there’s
no occasion to.
Humbert Wolfe
All sorrows can be born if you put them in a story.
Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen)
“Stop a minute, right where you are. Relax your shoulders, shake your head and spine like a dog shaking off cold water. Tell that imperious voice in your head to be still.”
Barbara Kingsolver
When you read a short story, you come out a little more aware and a little more in love with the world around you.
George Saunders
And the day came when the risk to remain closed in the bud became more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Elizabeth Appell