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A kind of bindweed began to strangle me…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2014 by Mj Rains

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I was lying in the grass and not moving (at the end of the garden). It was the first day of the war. I lay an hour, two hours, I no longer remember how many hours I lay there. The grass grew through me, got entangled in my veins, the wild flowers blossomed out of my fingers and toes. A kind of bindweed began to strangle me, winding from one ear to the other.

– Nina Berberova, The Italics Are Mine 1939

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Dig a little…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , on October 21, 2014 by Mj Rains

When we ignore ourselves for too long, we become exhausted and weakened from trying to get our own attention. We become disheartened – without a heart.

When we are building a life from scratch,
we must dig a little.

– Julia Cameron

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On writing…Dorothy Parker

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on October 9, 2014 by Mj Rains

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If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.

– Dorothy Parker

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Creating beauty…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on October 6, 2014 by Mj Rains

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At three a.m….

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 22, 2014 by Mj Rains

BEDROOM_by_fabienbosAt three a.m. you feel you must leave, but you are unable to find one shoe. You hold the other in your hand, a rose-coloured slipper. I see one half buried near me and pick it up.  The sheen of it.  They are obviously favourite shoes, with the indentation of your toes.  Thank you, you say accepting it, as you leave, not even looking at my face. 

I believe this.  When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant, who imagines or remembers a meeting when the other had passes by innocently…

…all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur. 

~Michael Ondaatje
The English Patient

One of the best books ever!

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