“The earth has music
for those who listen.”
– George Santayana –
“Go for broke. Always try and do too much.
Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath
before you begin talking. Aim for the stars.
Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world.
And never forget that writing is as close as we get
to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things–
childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams,
instants, phrases, parents, loves–
that go on slipping , like sand,
through our fingers.”
~ Salman Rushdie ~
Celebrated my birthday this last weekend…
He pulled out the box from a hiding place behind the sofa,
and my heart skipped a beat–I’ve seen old typewriter boxes before.
I opened the mysterious box, and this was the paper
queued up in the 1950s Remington typewriter.
Isn’t it an absolute beauty? He knows me so well! 🙂
And after having typed on this marvelously noisy beast,
(at odd hours, much to the annoyance and amusement of my family)
I now better understand the beauty of this quote by Ernest Hemingway:
“There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”