They are icons of political gorgeousness. This is at a time when Southern theaters were segregated and would show bowdlerized versions of movies with “racial content.” In other words, a time when being an activist and an ally in Hollywood was risky and costly. I think about them and Harry Belafonte and Paul Newman and all the rest, and then I think about stars today, and our generation’s silence and deleted tweets…
Hi! Thanks for asking. Reading and writing every day is actually the best possible way to improve your writing. I’m also trying my best to read and write every day this summer. In addition to improving your writing it just makes life better.
Here are some other things I tell my students:
* Reread the writers you love, and pay attention to what you love about their writing. Look at how they structure their sentences and paragraphs and the kinds of words and images they use. Notice what gives you chills or a glow. Try copying their style when you write sometimes— not because you have to be exactly like them, but because it’s good practice to try different ways of writing.
* Take notes on life. Carry a notebook with you everywhere or just text yourself notes on your phone when you see things you want to write about or think of a sentence you want to keep.
* Write for the people in your life. Share your writing with friends or publish it in a school paper or magazine.
* Write letters and emails that are labors of love.
* Some good books to get from the library are Writing Tools: 50 Essential Strategies for Every Writer by Roy Peter Clark (which has exercises for you to try at the end of every chapter), Strunk & White’s The Elements of Style (ideally illustrated by Maira Kalman because her paintings are so beautiful!), and Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird (which is about the creative process in general).
I hope this helps!
“I mean, I’ve never had an alien walk up to me, but I’ve definitely had UFO encounters. I’ve had all sorts of psychic experiences, shamanic experiences, that really suggest there are interdimensional agents playing with the nature of space and time.” I profiled extraterrestrialist Daniel Pinchbeck for Document Journal last summer and forgot to post the piece when it went online. Enjoy! or shudder in schadenfreude, whichever you prefer.
Thank you! I don’t understand why people are prejudiced against YA; if books speak to you, then you should read them!
Oysters are the official food of the Hopper cistern. No Cisternfun or Cisternfest occasion would be complete without them. (An instance of Cisternfun requires a quorum of 2 or 3 sisters; a full-fledged Cisternfest requires 4 or 5). All of us live near oysters (Northwest, Gulf Coast, or New England), and today I discovered that three of us live in places with eponymous oyster knives. As I read the descriptions of said lethal cutlery I began to suspect that perhaps our oyster knives were a kind of horoscope:
I come from a family that believes in regret, inertia, resignation, and fatalism. Luckily these are not the only things it believes in— we also practice unconditional love, enthusiasm, generosity, and wordplay— but on any given day my familial melancholy can feel like the most inexorable part of my legacy, as present as a skeletal ache on a rainy day.
"The times I didn’t write, maybe I was in love. Or beloved. Somebody was making me the object of love. It’s not bad. It’s short, but not bad." Toni Morrison
I am many leagues of writing removed from TM, but for me love and writing go together.
Love is the only room-of-one’s-own, love is the only audience.
Or: The threat of not-writing is always there, and love is the only thing that makes that bearable.
Or: Writing is the hard labor that will lead to love, not at the end of the day, but after seven more years, or seven after that.
Or: Writing is a sext.
Or: Writing is longing, and longing is itself a form of unrequited love, as good as it gets.
Or: Writing is what remains of the self after love has left.
Or: Writing is a way to remember the self love took away.
Or: to forget it.
Or: Writing is an escape from the self when love has left no other way out.
Or: Writing is a monument to love.
Or: Writing is an epitaph for love to visit with flowers and tears and a finger to trace the letters in the stone.
Or: Writing is the galvanized motion of animal electricity: look, love, I’m not dead!
Or: Writing is spinning straw into gold under threat of death, in hopes of turning gold into something warmer.
Or: Being read is like being loved, and it’s as close as I will come.