Story about a mother who develops an allergic reaction to her kids –

This is not a post on how to write and why –

I spend most of my time writing …

This is a post on how not to write and why:

Every now and then I do some proper work, but most of the time I’m scribbling. Scribbling in the margins of books I read, scribbling on scraps of paper, on my computer … making strange and unintelligible fragments – a line that might (added the right amount of good will) resemble poetry, essayistic prose, but most of the time;  

just plain gibberish: 

quotes – layering nonsense upon sense.

(palimpsest). 

 

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Yoko Ono

If you’re still not satisfied –

this is a post on how to write and why:

“What are you afraid of? Just do it!” (Such exhortations are offered most freely by those who aren’t up on the high wire themselves (i.e., teachers, editors, critics)).

This is how some guy chose to do it:
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FROM OLD NOTEBOOKS by Evan Lavender-Smith

(could read as writing prompts)

~ Memoir beginning with detailed narrative description of subject’s rich and fertile childhood slowly disintegrates into list of difficult books he read as an adult.

~ Academic essay, after Moretti, quantifying the extent to which Jackson Pollock’s paintings influenced late-20th-century hairstyles.

~ Story about a mother who develops an allergic reaction to her kids.

~ Monologue spoken by an aging pianist-composer, based on Prokofiev, beginning with the following sentence: My fingers have grown very tired.

~ Story about a character who goes around knocking on the front doors of strange houses, claiming to have once lived there, receiving gracious tours.

~James Joyce might seem to me less dead than most dead but to him he is just as dead as all the rest.

~ “And what do you do?” “I’m a poet.” “Ah, a poet—I’d love to read some of your poetry.” “Sorry, I only write prose.”

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Yoko Ono

~ Now that I have a wife and children I’ll always have a selection of people to choose from upon whom I can blame my life’s failures.


2 thoughts on “Story about a mother who develops an allergic reaction to her kids –

  1. Lovely collection.
    I myself arrange stones and shells and curios on a shelf. No one sees them but me. I change them frequently, or leave them to gather dust.

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