I think the internet is over. At least creatively. Or maybe I mean Twitter and Instagram. Nothing interesting or beautiful happens there anymore. It’s the same screaming about the thing du jour. Sometime around last spring I left and dreaded coming back. But I did because at dinner one night someone reminded me, “well, you have a book coming out.” There was this pressure to “engage” or “explain.” As I was telling this to a good friend in LA who’s also a writer, I realized how ridiculous it sounded.
Wonderful article that speaks to my emotions today. Oddly, I found you via Twitter as I was scrolling and trying to decide if I should quit. I may still quit, and just focus on reading, drawing and running the trails without a watch or headphones.
God, I feel this. The "walk the earth" jumped out at me, because I was just thinking of that yesterday, about just unloading everything but a good journal and a couple books of poems, and off I'd go. Wonderful, thank you.
Feeling this strongly right now, especially that Ginsberg quote. This week I looked at my twitter feed, and how much of it was commentary on something else, critical and hissing, calls to action with no action. Complaints. I'm sure there used to be a time when it was a meeting space, where there was more joy and humour than anger and tabloid noise. Can one find a balance between engagement and disengagement?
I love the titles they are lovely and elegant. I studied creative writing in college and started out a 4 page slam poet. Then I started whittling away more and more. Thinking about how the words looked. How much more poignant it feels when it's succinct. Love all of it - I'm totally down to read on March 20th.
You are my favorite people on the internet 💜
Needed this, love your work
Wonderful article that speaks to my emotions today. Oddly, I found you via Twitter as I was scrolling and trying to decide if I should quit. I may still quit, and just focus on reading, drawing and running the trails without a watch or headphones.
God, I feel this. The "walk the earth" jumped out at me, because I was just thinking of that yesterday, about just unloading everything but a good journal and a couple books of poems, and off I'd go. Wonderful, thank you.
Feeling this strongly right now, especially that Ginsberg quote. This week I looked at my twitter feed, and how much of it was commentary on something else, critical and hissing, calls to action with no action. Complaints. I'm sure there used to be a time when it was a meeting space, where there was more joy and humour than anger and tabloid noise. Can one find a balance between engagement and disengagement?
I love the titles they are lovely and elegant. I studied creative writing in college and started out a 4 page slam poet. Then I started whittling away more and more. Thinking about how the words looked. How much more poignant it feels when it's succinct. Love all of it - I'm totally down to read on March 20th.
xoxo Dani
The internet can’t be all bad, because it led me to you guys! These posts are always a surprise and so often exactly what I need. Thank you.