Sunday, October 30, 2011

Natalie Goldberg on Finding Your Inner Sweetheart

I found this last night while noodling around the web.

How to Flourish in Your Writing (Plus Three Writing Prompts)
By Natalie Goldberg
Author of
Writing Down the Bones,
Wild Mind,
Thunder and Lightning, and
Long Quiet Highway

An excellent way to feel fully free and really flourish in your writing is to develop a sweetheart inside you that encourages you and, most importantly, counteracts your monkey mind or inner editor or critic.

My sweetheart isn’t very complicated. As I write and hear from the critic—who says something along the lines of, “Nat, this is stupid, you are dumb, what you are writing makes no sense”—my sweetheart says something along the lines of, “It’s OK, Nat, keep going. Keep going. Like a swimmer, you’ve got to do those laps.”

Keep your sweetheart simple. I know how complicated a critic can be, but if the sweetheart gets complicated, too, then your two voices will start battling and arguing, which is a waste of your time. Don’t give the critic something to latch onto. Keep it simple; keep writing.

And of course, you have to be free to write the worst shit in America in order to write something good. It’s better to keep your hand moving for ten minutes or a half hour than think for a half hour and have three crossed out words. If you’ve read Wild Mind, you know what I always say: keep the hand moving, don’t think, lose control, say what you want to say not what you think you should say.

And use detail. It’s not a tree but a sycamore, not car but Cadillac, not a horse but a palomino. But listening to your sweetheart, do not chastise yourself if you write “city” as opposed to “New Mexico.” You can always come back a week later and define your city, specifying London or Omaha.

Always have great kindness for yourself. Look over your shoulder: there is no one there. No one cares if you write. It has to come from you, from your effort. There is no hierarchy in writing; you elbow your way into the lineage by your human effort. It is democratic and should be in the declaration of independence—the right to liberty, justice, the pursuit of happiness, and writing. Only human beings write. Clouds don’t, ants don’t.

It is your human right to know your own mind and write your own words. Let your life shine. Tell your dark and dirty, mysterious, bloody, real, and glorious story.

Tell your story of love and loneliness. Tell about the moon, the night you realized you were not going to be a doctor, the morning you had to admit you wanted to write more than anything. Tell how you are scared and what you love to eat, your first kiss and your last. As Jack Kerouac said: be submissive to everything, open, listening. Accept loss forever. Write in amazement of yourself. What about rain and no-rain and the street you live on? What about sickness and ice cream? And don’t forget what you lust for.

Let yourself be alive. This is your one true life. I don’t know about any other.

With your sweetheart in tow, use these three ten-minute writing prompts to write right here, right now:

1. Tell me everything you remember about third grade.
If you don’t remember anything begin by telling me that.

2. Give me memories of red, but don’t say the word red, use words that engender red in the mind, for instance, rose, fire, beets.

3. What do you regret?
Be specific.




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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

We didn't have "the green thing".....

Darlene sent this! Lovely!
In the queue at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day."

The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment."

He was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?

Remember: Don't make old People mad.

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to tick us off.

First there was Hillary Rodham....

Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton was once famous in her own right--when she was picked to address her graduating class at Wellesley College's 1969 commencement. She hadn't even met Bill yet, hadn't been First Lady, hadn't run for president yet, but the audience at Wellesley on the last day of May in 1969 gave her a 7-minute standing ovation when she was done. According to today's Writers Almanac, "Her speech made national headlines and she was interviewed on talk shows and featured in a Life magazine profile."

My old friend Jimmy sent me today's Writers Almanac because he said it was "an especially good issue." So I was curious and clicked the W.A. link I have on the right-hand side of XE--in "Blogs I Love." I don't read all of these blogs every day...I don't even eat breakfast every day. But I always read everything Jim sends because it's always to-the-point--the point of everything I care a lot about: liberal politics, good writing, humor. [Looking at watch--"I see my time is up...." Jim will get that!]

So without further ado, here is the link to young Ms. Rodham's 1969 speech. I especially liked the poem, written by Nancy Scheibner, with which our future and past First Lady concluded:
My entrance into the world of so-called "social problems"
Must be with quiet laughter, or not at all.
The hollow men of anger and bitterness
The bountiful ladies of righteous degradation
All must be left to a bygone age.
And the purpose of history is to provide a receptacle
For all those myths and oddments
Which oddly we have acquired
And from which we would become unburdened
To create a newer world
To transform the future into the present.
We have no need of false revolutions
In a world where categories tend to tyrannize our minds
And hang our wills up on narrow pegs.
It is well at every given moment to seek the limits in our lives.
And once those limits are understood
To understand that limitations no longer exist.
Earth could be fair. And you and I must be free
Not to save the world in a glorious crusade
Not to kill ourselves with a nameless gnawing pain
But to practice with all the skill of our being
The art of making possible.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

well, it's tuesday....the new monday

Ran into some links related to Pablo Picasso today, and found THIS one.....

West Virginia Farm Kid in the Marines....

Thanks to Darlene for this one!

West Virginia FARM KID in Marines ( NOW IN SAN DIEGO FOR MARINE CORPS RECRUIT TRAINING)

Dear Ma and Pa,

I am well. Hope you are too. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. It's practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.

Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much.

We go on 'route marches,' which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A 'route march' is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing.. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges They come in boxes.

We have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake . I only beat him once.. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6' and 130 pounds and he's 6'8' and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,
Alice

Saturday, October 22, 2011

More Musical Memories...

One of the first nonclassical artists I fell in love with after leaving the convent was Tom Lehrer, although though it was several years later before I first heard one of his records.  Here's one of my favorites: "The Masochism Tango."  Seems appropriate in these days of political confusion, when people are voting FOR politicians who are out to destroy institutions dedicated to the deepest needs and interests of those same voters.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Remember Disco??

Ronniecat's blog recently featured Sean Carman's "Reasons to Fear Canada."  One of the reasons is that Canada "has never had a disco phase."  I don't know why that would render Canada fearsome, but maybe it means their brains are still intact.


When XE was just a slip of a middle-aged girl and disco had come to the fore, she worked for a company that received promotional records from record companies.  Being as she was the company's editor in charge of radio/print, the records often wound up on her desk.  If nobody else wanted them, XE took them home.  Her very favorite was a pink record with Dolly Parton singing "Baby, I'm Burnin"--a disco hit at the time.  I've always been rather fond of it, despite not hearing it all that well.  Maybe that's why.



Congressional Reform Act of 2011

I've sent my 20 emails, but this is such a good idea, I hope my U.S. readers will copy and send it to 20 of their contacts.


Warren Buffet is asking each addressee to forward this email to a minimum of twenty people on their address list; in turn ask each of those to do likewise.


In three days, most people in The United States of America will have the message. This is one idea that really should be passed around.

Congressional Reform Act of 2011

1. No Tenure / No Pension.
A Congressman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they are out of office.

2. Congress (past, present &future) participates in Social Security.
All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into the Social Security system, and Congress participates with the American people. It may not be used for any other purpose.

3. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all Americans do.

4. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.

5. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.

6. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.

7. All contracts with past and present Congressmen are void effective 
1/1/12. The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen. Congressmen made all these contracts for themselves. Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and back to work.



If each person contacts a minimum of twenty people then it will only take three days for most people (in the U.S.) to receive the message. Maybe it is time.

THIS IS HOW YOU FIX CONGRESS!!!!!

If you agree with the above, pass it on. If not, just delete. You are one of my 20+.. Please keep it going..


Sunday, October 09, 2011

"Patriotic Millionaires"

Not all millionaires are creeps.  Democracy for California hits it on the head this morning with this video, in which several of the small percent speak out on the benefits and uses of taxes:

http://www.democracyforcalifornia.com/blog/archives/003101.html

Please do check it out!

Saturday, October 01, 2011

"When I Met My Muse" by William Stafford


My friend Loraine is deep into writing and reading poetry these days, and this morning she sent me this:

*When I Met My Muse *
                                                                         
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the         
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.
                                   
*William Stafford*

There is not one book on or by William Stafford (1914-1993) in our public liberry!!  Maybe that's why I've never heard of him before. That means it's time to buy a nother book before the KindleMonster eats them all!

Speaking of libraries, the big news on today's library website is that the Mayor of DC has found funding to keep the central library downtown OPEN ON SUNDAYS FROM 1-5 PM!!!  That will continue the DC library's record since the early 70s of having at least one library branch open every day of the week!!!  Yaay!!  We can go downtown tmw (Sunday, Oct 2) and SHAKE HIS HAND in thanks!!