“Writing is a struggle against silence.” ―Carlos Fuentes
Mean to me: Not always. Sometime reverse is truthful. Keep silent against the racket of life help writing conveyed the essence of life.
“I hate writing, I love having written.” ―Dorothy Parker
Mean to me: Writing is not soothing. It is an upset rather than relaxation. Having written by other is perhaps not comfortable, because there has a chance of misinterpretation. Even though, desire of written by other bit comfortable by compare of having written one by oneself.
“10 Steps to Becoming a Better Writer
Write even more.
Write even more than that.
Write when you don’t want to.
Write when you do.
Write when you have something to say.
Write when you don’t.
Write every day.
Keep writing.”―Brian Clark
Mean to me: Writing is a restless expedition of forgetfulness. The way to erase your entire life by writing something, something to complete your racket in life; pouring the cask of silence in life; and write such an eager so you can leave all memories before silent forever unto the death.
“1. Write like you’ll live forever — fear is a bad editor.
2. Write like you’ll croak today — death is the best editor.
3. Fooling others is fun. Fooling yourself is a lethal mistake.
4. Pick one — fame or delight.
5. The archer knows the target. The poet knows the wastebasket.
6. Cunning and excess are your friends.
7. TV and liquor are your enemies.
8. Everything eternal happens in a spare room at 3 a.m.
9. You’re done when the crows sing.” ―Ron Dakron
Mean to me: I write because I love to fool myself. Writing is the hidden desire of dupe who seeing himself robbed by the game of life. Writing is acres of editable edition, in where life always edited by birth, breeding and death, in where cunning night mislead the daylight and the footsteps always omitted by sand-shore to make you fool.
“If writing didn’t require thinking then we’d all be doing it.” ―Jeremiah Laabs
Mean to me: Thinking is not ovenproof condition for any writing. Everybody has self-capacity to think something but not everybody writes; on opposite, it is not ovenproof that who is capable to write down his thinking, is sharper than who thinks but never write down him. Writing is a way that made thinking readable but an unwritten thinking can say more than the written document.
“Constant work, constant writing and constant revision. The real writer learns nothing from life. He is more like an oyster or a sponge. What he takes in he takes in normally the way any person takes in experience. But it is what is done with it in his mind, if he is a real writer, that makes his art.” ―Gore Vidal
Mean to me: Writing is the alternative lie, necessary to understand the truth of life. What writer read and experienced is not writing; instead, what steps he takes for an alternative narration of truth is inspired him to write down his life.
“Copies have been dethroned; the economic model built on them is collapsing. In a regime of superabundant free copies, copies are no longer the basis of wealth. Now relationships, links, connections, and sharing are. Value has shifted away from a copy toward the many ways to recall, annotate, personalize, edit, authenticate, display, mark, transfer, and engage a work. Art is a conversation, not a patent office. The citation of sources belongs to the realms of journalism and scholarship, not art. Reality can’t be copyrighted.” ―David Shields, Reality Hunger: A Manifesto
Mean to me: Writing is the reverse of reality. Writer doesn’t stroll here just for copycat the reality, because he knows reality is not a replica and not copyrighted. What writing does is to draw his own version of reality in his writing manuscripts. It is archival; transferable and editable by other at later but cannot be replicated or copyrighted by someone. Writing is the alternative nature of reality, working here to realize the reality in the mirror of visionary minds.
“Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. …It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.” —Enid Bagnold
Mean to me: Writing is the everlasting quest to be known oneself that he/she is in alive and in life to feel the pain of happiness before to realize that soon he/she will vanish in nowhere. A self struggle to recognize the truth that:
“I don’t deny it
writing is a luxury
but it is the only luxury
whereby man exploits only himself” (Abdellatif Labbi : Poems Fallen from the Train)
… Writing is the alternative lie, necessary to understand the truth of life…