Think and write: reasons for this
I originally wrote this text for my blog, but I share it as a way of expressing my catharsis process around writing, I hope to be able to generate a kind of literary self-draft and then move on to some of my texts, if there are criticisms, I will open them openly.
I indicate, I am dysléxico, I have a strong tendency to change syllables in words in syllables that sound the same but they write differently, but I will talk about this later, here the text that I present today.
I think that I like writing because I like to think, write requires thinking in order, making it consistent and giving sense, could write as lispector and that ideas fall like the water of the very high jumps, or as the poets who once wrote versesas incessant waves of a sea that addresses the beach.
I like Whitman because it is a human being, and I like Massiani for the same reason, said in this way it may sound ridiculous, but no, now there are poetry scientists and write under formula a poem that is relentless incessant, which plays as it is Cocaine, LSD or marijuana, affecting the soul of the witness, of artificial manara, like doing a heart massage to a dead body, but the neurotic poet trusts that this formula is doing something real that the beats on his hand are of life are of life And not his own hand forcing the muscle to contract and expand, this is not human and I do not know what it is.
A while ago grandmother gave me coffee and a piece of bread without salt, I wet the bread and take it to my mouth, I felt nostalgia and I started watching a video of Benigni when I said as a poet made in a movie, I wanted to think At what time I became a poet, but I didn’t remember it, there was no breakdown, I just know that when I became aware I wanted to be a writer and magician, but not any magician wanted to be wise, the magician may never achieve it, The writer I do with much eagerness and a lot of desire, with a lot of effort and a lot. They do not understand that I live doing it, for example, yesterday night a man arrived to ask me for a job to pay him ‘something’ to give food to his children, I thought he had nothing, and it was true, that there was nothing anymore That I put it to do to work, I thought I had the voice of an honest and very diligent man, who was dirty and with a sack, signs that he had tried to get money working, that his children expected him, that they had to hurt his feet Because the shoes were undone and that I looked slightly, almost imperceptible, but I felt it was a slight supplication sign, I thought about 24 and thought about children, and thought of the unfair and thought about my weakness, I thought I could write Something, I thought that the writing would not save him, that the writing does not save hunger and then after just a second I told him that he could only give water, he drank it and left, I thought of many things and I put together a story, When I write sometimes I only remember one of these stories, p Or example when writing this I think of Bastián Baltasar Bux and his library, so I return to Massiani who in his letter to the youth that he writes says that writing is a matter of memory.
Therefore, especially for that, I am timeless in my desires and perennial in my convictions, every written word I have thought about it even dissolved it inside, I have nothing to ask or renegate, I have written badly and good, and I have always done itFollowing my maximum wish, I read Asimov’s letter and I was recorded the phrase that being a writer is superior to being president, I read Eduardo Lando and read Hemingway, I read the place of the writer of Victoria de Stefano, I read theLetters that Rilke wrote to Kappa, felt so mine the prologue of Gabo to 12 pilgrim stories and I thought that writers always want to multiply, want to give another a little light, that this was a way of being a magician, because magic as well asFrom science you can do something out of nowhere, so I thought of Jonuel Brigue, I thought we could be the little architect of the universe each one.
I think that I like writing because I like to think, that I think many things and that I seek to do poetry, and sometimes, for a small accident, I achieve it.
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