Qui a dit que je ne reverrais plus jamais l’os d’or du soleil rouler dans nos têtes qu’entre mes mains ne pendrait plus la caresse jaune que ta langue ne serait plus jamais ma rame ? le chat soyeux du soir pose ses trois pattes sur l’œil de l’horizon et derrière les croupes et les […]
It was a joy! Words weren’t dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye: A Novel. (Ecco; Reprint edition July 29, 2014)
Words that come from the heart are always simple.
— Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding. (1943)
[A]nd I realized then the unmitigable chasm between all life and all print–that those who can, do, those who cannot and suffer enough because they can’t, write about it.
— William Faulkner, The Unvanquished (Random House, 1938)
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
— Bertrand Russell
Words that come from the heart are always simple. — Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding. ( 1943)
– Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, composer
I always feel like my life is in a state of peril. If you saw my bank account you would understand why I say that. I never have enough money. I’m never sure that they are going to publish my next book. And I’m not sure literally. And it’s not just me worrying about things. It’s really true that I’m still shuffling between various publishing houses trying to find my way. So at age 70, I never feel like I can retire. I just received a kind of ominous letter by email from Princeton taking about my retirement but I thought they can’t make you retire. And I can’t afford to retire. So I’ll just go on and stagger on until I fall in my steps.
Edmund White – Writers at Work, Kansas City Public Library, Public Talk, 2010. [Transcribed by MN].
Novelist and critic Edmund White discusses his new memoir City Boy on February 22, 2010, at the Central Library, 14 W. 10th St., Kansas City, MO.
White became immediately became involved with the publishing industry upon moving to New York from the Midwest in 1962 but struggled to get his own writing career off the ground. His first book Forgetting Elena was finally published in 1971, but sold only 600 copies.
In City Boy, White says he “longed for literary celebrity” and recalls how he overcame setbacks and his own insecurities to write 23 books, including A Boy’s Own Story — his autobiographical novel about growing up gay in the 1950s. He explains how “Fun City” became “Fear City” with the AIDS crisis and recalls meeting such legendary figures as Truman Capote and William S. Burroughs.
Listen to the full audio of this highly entertaining and very insightful talk about the trials and tribulations of writing life at: https://archive.org/details/EdmundWhiteCityBoy
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart– Open to me! For I will show you the places nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep. — E. E. Cummings, from “You Are Tired (I Think),” Etcetera: […]
Charles Bukowski was a German-American writer of poetry and prose, whose cult image lives on posthumously. Often using graphic language or imagery in his work, Bukowski spoke with raw emotion, honesty, and lack of pretence. He wrote about his alcoholism, failed relationships, and his experience of being abused as a child. Bukowski lived a challenging […]