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Alo, thanks for stopping by my page! I'm 1989/AntiCreative. Or Jake, if you'd prefer. I'd prefer you wouldn't call me either, 'cause my mind is an open door, my heart is an open book; my emotions are an open drapes, & my carpet doesn't match the spilt wine, but I don't mind, I just don't pay to mind the snoozers I hear. & any other galaxies out there in the wide infinite possibilities unproven nor disproven but simply thought.. will make for a very great instant Replay Highlight of our entire Life's species..like the highlights of your local sports team on the 6'o clock news.

I'm just a word-recital with a microphone upon all this stage. Swine! The lot of ya! Except you, fair maiden, your the shine upon my windowshillings, & when will you come to me to dream along with I for another alternative thought expose?

I read a line & my entire year was defined;
I read a paragraph & my 20 years of existence were explained.

I'm here mostly --besides interacting with all you lovely & inspectable individuals to share coffee with during late-night early-morning AM sessions for the dawn, showcasing the insides of ourselves as a way we know best for to defy our voices in unity-- to hopefully improve with my chosen future-career as a Wordist & make a hundredelebbenthousand-billion-trillion-zizizizizizizizifififitriltion dollars. As well as helping others reach their chosen goals, so don't be afraid to ask me to comment on your story if you want honest constructive feedback.

& like my soul-brother Romeo/Silver-Tongue knows best (as I'm in gratitude & bended-knee as a servant to his amazing talent & skills), let's help each other, so we can finally get our Generation formally once-concealed out into the open, upon the revolving stage; hand-in-hand, thought-in-thought, passion-in-passion, & defy the conventional rules of "The Way Human Beings Should Be."

P.S I've made the sampersand sign my eternal slave. As well as making the word "thru" a daily part of my intake of nutrition, one must be healthy to be mad! You may think me crazy, but I think you sane -- & who of us is the worst thing to be?

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The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have a mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads. ~William Styron, interview, Writers at Work, 1958

All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.
~George Orwell

Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

No man should ever publish a book until he has first read it to a woman. ~Van Wyck Brooks

The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it. ~Elizabeth Drew

Arguments over grammar and style are often as fierce as those over IBM versus Mac, and as fruitless as Coke versus Pepsi and boxers versus briefs. ~Jack Lynch

I don't wait for moods. You accomplish nothing if you do that. Your mind must know it has got to get down to work. ~Pearl S. Buck

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
~Cyril Connolly (1903 - 1974)

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
~Gustave Flaubert

Writing is physical work. It's sweaty work. You just can't will yourself to become a good writer. You really have to work at it.
~Will Haygood

To be a writer is to sit down at one's desk in the chill portion of every day, and to write; not waiting for the little jet of the blue flame of genius to start from the breastbone – just plain going at it, in pain and delight. To be a writer is to throw away a great deal, not to be satisfied, to type again, and then again, and once more, and over and over....
~John Hersey

Hardly anybody ever writes anything nice about introverts. Extroverts rule. This is rather odd when you realise that about nineteen writers out of twenty are introverts. We are been taught to be ashamed of not being 'outgoing'. But a writer's job is ingoing.
~Ursula K. LeGuin

"The justification of a character in a novel is not that other persons are what they are, but that the author is what he is. Otherwise the novel is not a work of art."~ Oscar Wilde "The Decay of Lying"

There's no such thing as writer's block. That was invented by people in California who couldn't write.
~Terry Pratchett

The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder whether you are happy or not.
~George Bernard Shaw

The measure of artistic merit is the length to which a writer is willing to go in following his own compulsions.
~John Updike

I got to thinking about the point in every freelancer's life where he has to decide whether he wants to A, have a social life, and do art in his spare time, or B, do art, and have a social life in his spare time. It has always seemed to me that if you have any hope of making a living as an artist – writer, musician, whatever – you absolutely must learn to tell people to leave you alone, and to mean it, and to eject them from your life if they don't respect that. This is necessary not because your job is more important than anyone else's – it isn't – but because a great many people will think of you as not having a job. 'Oh, how wonderful – you can work whenever you want to!' Well, yes, to a point, but generally 'whenever you want to' had better be most of the time, or else you won't have a roof over your head.
~Poppy Z. Brite

You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"
~George Bernard Shaw

"The first study for the man who wishes to be a poet is his own self-knowledge, entire; he seeks his soul, he inspects it, he tempts it, apprehends it. As soon as he knows it, he must cultivate it! That seems simple. ...--- But it is a matter of making the soul monstrous: in the fashion of the comprachicos, so! Imagine a man implanting and cultivating warts on his face.
I say that it uncessary to be a voyant, to make oneself a voyant.
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense and reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tried to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences. Unutterable torture in which he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, in which be comes among all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed one, --- and the supreme Savant! --- For he arrives at the unknown! Since he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone else! He arrives at the unknown, and although, crazed, he would end up by losing the understanding of his visions, he has seen them! Let him die in his leaping through unheard-of and unnameable things: other horrible works will come, they will begin on the horizons where the other collapsed!" -- Arthur Rimbaud


Now that that's out of the way, let me tell you about myself!

  • Last seen on Nov 18 7:08 PM. Member since October 8.
  • I'm a dusted garnet poet for 1 comments.
  • I am a 20 year old person (Canada)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm Riding for the day, speaking for the night, watching where I'm taken.
  • I have 1 comment, 28 poems, 95 stories, 24 journals

Poems I'm focused on

  • Circles In The Sun
    Is this your life beating against the chest of comfort delight?
    Like the beautiful, dreamlessly speechful, nervous am I to speak
    64 lines, October 18
  • Though I Hide (Just Like You)
    I've been a member in the group of people turning a blind eye to this world's people:
    I witnessed the crime of a crying person who's been made-to-feel-like a failure
    43 lines, October 16
  • The Grand Ballroom
    Speaking for the mattress I dream
    held tightly through the rivers you saw,
    35 lines, October 14
  • Five AM
    I’d fallen out my window at five o’ five AM/just to find I’ve never slept a morning at all,
    awaking out the right side of the bed, still feelin’ green-eyed & blue,
    114 lines, October 8. In Personal, abstract, spontaneous-prose, adventure, memory, solace, peace, discovery

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  • The Devil18 on October 30
    wow love the page
  • Poisonous-Kisses : wow... on October 30
    I really like your page. The quotes... inspire... boggling the mind ... as we try to comprehend, to take in these thoughts and words. I say don't take them in. let them out, and let them flow. Very nice page

    Always,
    Karlie

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