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Jaron · 11-19-2003, 01:52 PM

I must say, I haven't posted here for a while, but that's because I've been posting mostly on my own forum. Keeps me quite busy, you see...

Anyhow, enjoy.

So Joel says, "There's two kinds of writers, really," and we're on a bus so his voice is shaking from all the shuddering mechanics

"There's the fucking geniuses like Carrol, Joyce, and so on. They know how to write a fucking story. Well, they knew," and we laugh at the fact that they're all dead white dudes before he continues

"Then there's the whole Ginsberg, Burroughs, Kerouac, Miller," and he pauses while we think about Henry Miller. I'm sitting there thinking what a cheap asshole I am, wishing I could write like Henry Miller instead of bullshitting around with stories and shit like that, and all of a sudden he starts talking again.

"Look at Miller, for fuck's sake. He just wrote about his life, that's all he did, writing about how he fucked this bitch, then fucked this other bitch before taking this other bitch to dinner and getting her to pay, then going off to some bar to mooch of some friend of his he met once, getting pissed on Pernod and cheap wines, going to a whorehouse, and going to get laid again. He was a sleazy motherfucker, and you know what? For plot, his books sucked shit, but that wasn't all there is to it. The people he was mooching off? They weren't just supporting a writer, they were supporting someone who was living his fucking life like he fucking wanted to, no matter what anybody else thought of it. He was writing about life, warts and wrinkles if you want to do cliches."

So I jump in with, "More like genital warts and scrotal wrinkles for Miller," and we laugh. We just fucking laugh, and I don't feel so bad anymore. I don't feel like bitching about not being able to write 'cause I fucking suck, or not knowing myself.

Hell, this is a declaration of intents and purposes, and here it is.

I'm not writing to enlighten the nations, or because I have some great message to spread around the world. I'm not writing to the masses, or even to anybody in particular. I'm just writing what I'm doing, 'cause that's what life is. And maybe, just maybe, I'll understand a little something about myself when I'm through with this. Maybe I'll get to know myself through writing everything down.

And still, I can't get that god damned phrase out of my head.

"Silly rabbit! Trix are for kids!"

11-19-2003, 01:52 PM	#1 (permalink)
Jaron Crazy Location: Hong Kong.	An Introduction of sorts... I must say, I haven't posted here for a while, but that's because I've been posting mostly on my own forum. Keeps me quite busy, you see... Anyhow, enjoy. So Joel says, "There's two kinds of writers, really," and we're on a bus so his voice is shaking from all the shuddering mechanics "There's the fucking geniuses like Carrol, Joyce, and so on. They know how to write a fucking story. Well, they knew," and we laugh at the fact that they're all dead white dudes before he continues "Then there's the whole Ginsberg, Burroughs, Kerouac, Miller," and he pauses while we think about Henry Miller. I'm sitting there thinking what a cheap asshole I am, wishing I could write like Henry Miller instead of bullshitting around with stories and shit like that, and all of a sudden he starts talking again. "Look at Miller, for fuck's sake. He just wrote about his life, that's all he did, writing about how he fucked this bitch, then fucked this other bitch before taking this other bitch to dinner and getting her to pay, then going off to some bar to mooch of some friend of his he met once, getting pissed on Pernod and cheap wines, going to a whorehouse, and going to get laid again. He was a sleazy motherfucker, and you know what? For plot, his books sucked shit, but that wasn't all there is to it. The people he was mooching off? They weren't just supporting a writer, they were supporting someone who was living his fucking life like he fucking wanted to, no matter what anybody else thought of it. He was writing about life, warts and wrinkles if you want to do cliches." So I jump in with, "More like genital warts and scrotal wrinkles for Miller," and we laugh. We just fucking laugh, and I don't feel so bad anymore. I don't feel like bitching about not being able to write 'cause I fucking suck, or not knowing myself. Hell, this is a declaration of intents and purposes, and here it is. I'm not writing to enlighten the nations, or because I have some great message to spread around the world. I'm not writing to the masses, or even to anybody in particular. I'm just writing what I'm doing, 'cause that's what life is. And maybe, just maybe, I'll understand a little something about myself when I'm through with this. Maybe I'll get to know myself through writing everything down. And still, I can't get that god damned phrase out of my head. "Silly rabbit! Trix are for kids!"