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re: never fucking updating

Look look look You can wait forever, if you want. You can wait to write until you have a laptop and can do so on the couch, you can wait to start until you’ve got another cup of tea, you can wait to write your poem until you’re in your right mind, wait to exercise until you’ve got enough energy, wait to think until it’s quiet in your head, to write that scene until you’ve reread Mona Lisa Overdrive and relearn how to dissect an objective correlative. You can wait for something, always, because as Mira is says and as I say too but in very different undertones, there is always something. When really, you shouldn’t even pause to italicize, I think, maybe. Not the first time through.

Gertrude Stein says that Alice B Toklas says that Paul Frederick Bowles says that Aaron Copland said to him, if you do not work now when you are twenty when you are thirty, nobody will love you, to which I add in Gertrude Stein fashion that I have never worked consistently and I am only twenty-eight and already most people have slipped away.

I’ve told this to myself maybe almost as many times as others have told it to me. And especially as a recent reader and referencer of a Poor Richard biography, I ought to know. And if the self-vigilance seems exhausting, well, is it going to be any more exhausting than never doing anything? Do I want to keep losing my sentences?

So the trick is no trick: it’s the advice that always infuriates you. When you know you want a thing (which is the trick)–no matter if it is an important thing or nothing at all, writing more often or applying to graduate school or watering the plants–well, Nike owns that phrase now, but you know what I mean.

Filed by shaun at January 8th, 2007 under a larger problem, indifferenthonest

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