Monthly Archives: June 2014

“Sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.”

The Daily Post

“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.

I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”

– Ray…

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I’m trying to write with such pain in my head. It’s behind my eyes and travels down my neck. There’s dizzy- ness and nausea with popping pain every time I turn my head. Usually I lay down  but the throbbing won’t subside, it makes me feel like crying and wish that I could die.

Animal parents

Why Evolution Is True

I’m one day from finishing my book, so excuse me while I show you some animal parents from Bored Panda. There’s something here for everyone (except botanists)—even for herp lovers.

My favorites are the lion cub trotting with the older ladies and, of course, the mother and baby squirrel.

Identify the hard species if you can.

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How can I go on?

In my viewfinder

A man is walking away. head down, in the mist at duskWhen all the salt is taken from the sea
I stand dethroned
I’m naked and I bleed
But when your finger points so savagely
Is anybody there to believe in me
To hear my plea and take care of me
How can I go on
From day to day
Who can make me strong in every way
Where can I be safe
Where can I belong
In this great big world of sadness
How can I forget
Those beautiful dreams that we shared
They’re lost and they’re no where to be found
How can I go on?

_ F. Mercury, M. Caballé (How can I go on?, excerpt) _

Image info:
“How can I go on?”
Milano, Italy, Dec. 2013
© Massimo S. Volonté

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