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deterrents, success | writing

In writing on 15 April 2011 at 11:54 pm

This is not a writing that solves anything; it simply opens a rupture, cracks the mirror soil can reflect the heart-breaking reality of humanity.

Geoffrey Sirc, “Godless Composition, Tormented Writing”

Writers understand, maybe more than anyone, the limitless frustration that comes with trying to create the idea, trying to represent the rhythm, the feeling that lingers inside.

And with so many deterrents–audiences, apathy, lack of work ethic, rules of grammar, kitschy-ness–it seems that writing, or any medium in which you try to represent that lingering reality that occurs to you  (that gut story that you want to write), becomes impossible. Amidst sentence structures and differing voices, we’re so often unable to speak.

How to achieve success? Sirc offers an alternate; speaking of composition as a whole, he says that rather than success, we need to be imperfected: “You could not become the mirror of a heart-rending reality if you did not have to be broken.”

I can’t say exactly what Sirc meant by those words; generally he’s talking about composition as a model, built on rules and “formulae”; but what I sense is that in writing, and in life, he’s telling us to reach. There are so many possibilities, that there is no way we will ever be able to obtain, to achieve one. Instead, Sirc suggests trying, but not in ethic alone. The “goal,” maybe, is in the exploration of limitless, exceptional impossibility (one day), and until then, all the mundane, boring possibilities that lie between.


effort matters | musing

In musing, writing, yes on 6 April 2011 at 10:33 am

What I need are the reminders that effort matters, however laughable the result; that hard work pays off if only in the satisfaction of putting in the hours; that for all the times you strike out, once in a while you’ll manage to hit it out of the park.

Christine Blatchford (via The Globe and Mail)

how it’s supposed to be | writing, yes, writing

In writing on 23 March 2011 at 10:22 am

Looking at the two texters, I wondered: Why aren’t these people talking to each other? I also wondered if they were enjoying their work. That used to be a big reason why people became journalists: to give themselves–and their readers–a good time. That bug bit me when I was a young boy reading of the New York Herald Tribune, which I would spread out on the rug because I was too small to hold it open. I marveled that a paper existed that seemed to have been written just for me. Its articles usually had an extra touch of humanity or humor–some gift of themselves that the reporters were offering to the world–and I knew that that’s what I wanted to do. I’m still trying to do it.

William Zinsser from “Working for Tina Brown”