Matt Andersen tomorrow @ Massey Hall
and then ANDREA EFFING GIBSON @ the Drake on Sunday
talk about a historic weekend
so the experiment of this past semester — of the past two years of school, really, come to think of it — was exploring myself as a so-called “serious” writer. aka a professional writer. aka nonfiction, grownup, srs biznz journalistic writing.
I dropped a lot of creative projects. I shed a lot of whimsy and made myself fit into the professional mould. I wrote copy for a glossy-paged consumer magazine.
I am 110% more committed to being creative. not to say that nonfiction writing can’t be creative. it can. some of my favourite writers are strictly nonfiction. but me? me personally? what I want and need and crave?
I want the whimsy and fluff. I want to spew out children’s novels filled with fantastical illustrations and poetry about starshine and sapphire wings. After two years of being metaphorically dead to the fictional world, my fingers aren’t just itching to dive back in — they’ve rubbed themselves raw with wanting. out of nowhere, I suddenly have so many ideas, burning ideas, things that want to be written.
it’s a refreshing feeling. to realize I haven’t lost it altogether.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things. "Wild Geese," Mary Oliver (via commovente)
sorry for being MIA for so long, all my little munchkins. I had a weeklong date with a tropical country. Consider me refreshed and stuffed from hairline to hairytoes with papaya.
sometimes everything just feels really shitty.
i’ve always taken a lot of pride in being different from other girls.
just this once, i wish i could be really, really normal.
's a crummy night in whimsy town, folks.