July 2011
12 posts
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Words of Wisdom
“All I want to do is write and pray.” Sir Thomas More.
Celebration of Rare Books →
The metro section of The Washington Post covers the Rare Book School at the University of Virginia. The collection has everything from a folio of Shakespeare’s plays to the handwriting of Palatino. “I riffle the pages with my thumb as I’m reading, and I can’t do that with a Kindle,” said Jeremy Dibbell a staffer at the Rare Book School.
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
– Samuel Beckett (via semperaugustus)
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Pen to Paper in the Age of the Internet
Writing is a challenging activity. However, writing is an excellent avenue for storytelling. The irony is that by blogging I found another avenue for self-expression. Bloggers inspired me to ”put pen to paper.” For the first time in years I am writing letters by hand. How ironic, since my handwriting is awful.
Thanks goodness my friends and family have patience. Fortunately, there...
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Chronicle of the Craziness
Sometimes, I cannot find the substance. Unfortunately, there is just too much junk that gets in the way. So, I have to find an efficient way of getting rid of crap. The writing process can cut through the clutter and provide some clarity.
Most conversations start with this question, “How are you doing?” Lately, the response I hear is “I will be fine on Friday.” The...
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The Beltway Blues
There is not just enough time for deep introspection and quite reflection. I realize that I love quite spaces and moments. This provides an opportunity to take a breath from the hectic pace of life. There is chance to catch up on reading, listen to music or get in touch with someone.
Quietness is a refuge from the Mid-Atlantic melancholy that dominates the East Coast. So why is this so...
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The Power of Self Expression
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it. I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to...
“While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not...”
– Cyril Connolly (English literary critic, editor, and writer)
