Words Follow Pictures

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re-reading Ursula Le Guin, and Teju Cole: No Time to Spare, and Blind Spot

I jump between books. My method is stick scraps of paper into sections; marking phrases. I also read online; a dozen regulars, daily. Additional plunkings into the photocounter blogs, those places that are based upon the internet ‘click’ counter. 

I’m not going to direct you to them, preferring to let them grow their own way.

Having My Cake

Ursula’s Metaphor tale about cake and eat it too. The meaning she took and the one most of the world held suggested the following: Writing means adding words to the idea.

Most of us use the wrong amount. Like bad cooks; like most cooks.

Blind Spot

Teju Cole’s book is a nourishment for the right blend. He photographs, but he is a writer. A skilled crafter of phrases. They don’t get ‘in’ as far as many of Ursula’s, however, they do take me into  the process of wording a path.

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A Year Alone

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and, still, you haven’t written War and Peace.

My year hasn’t been alone during this panda-emic. My life was built to live in this world. Not planned. It just grew that way.

so, Happy Newer Year.

Groover on Technique

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JAN GROOVER: Technical prowess? I–I know as much as I need to know and no more. 

I’m interested in seeing the thing. 

I could tell you how a view camera works. I could probably explain it to you, but I only know that from experience. I knew nothing about it before I bought one. I had some wild concept that you could change space, which you can. But once I bought the–once I bought the view camera, everything else was just eyeballing it. 

If the thing doesn’t look the way I want it to look, I’ll try something else.