With thermometers hovering around forty degrees, it’s hard to decide to write, or study, or anything else instead of sending ardent supplications to God to burn it all down and end this world once and for all. Spring, spring… oh, you hateful thing! And even if one seeks inspiration to overcome the agonizing thermal sensation, it does not come, because one must first take another shower, drink more and more water, rest in the hope that the body will cool down and then it will be possible to think again. Perhaps that is why it has been said many times that, in order to flourish, the intellectual should settle in a temperate climate. The tropical is his enemy, as it accentuates his sensations and pushes him to… Flourish, God, flourish! Get out of these lines, intrusive verb…
Tag: literature
Vary the Style
If not necessary, it is at least healthy for the writer to periodically vary the style, format and genre to which he shapes his ideas. This is the case for countless reasons, starting with how stimulating it is to do so, and also with the gradual awareness of the expressive possibilities that are never exhausted. More than that: in this exercise, one discovers that there are more suitable places for ideas and ideas, and one avoids having to mix them all up—because they will certainly come varied in the creative mind—in a single format. The best thing, then, is to vary like Voltaire; and it is good for the writer to keep this in mind if he does not do it spontaneously.
Thre Green
It is quite funny how unpleasant feelings green can arouse. The lucky thing is that, more often than not, it does not predominate over other colors in the field of vision. But put a poor fellow in an environment where he is surrounded by it and attacked by it, and he will soon despair. We tolerate exposure to green like we tolerate an insect: we want it to disappear so that we do not have to act.
When a Draft Is Lost…
When a draft is lost, but what was sketched persists in the memory, something interesting happens. We realize that it is possible to restore the draft by going back through the same stages of reasoning that led to it; but it is not possible to restore it word for word, exactly as it was. It can be seen, then, that something is lost in the process. It follows that we can say the same thing day after day, renewing it by the way we say it; however, the uniqueness of the moment in which it was said remains ingrained in it and, finally, the lost draft is really the moment that is gone…