We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 (1947-1955)
Just made lovely tomato soup with lots of basil and lots of ginger.
This is good, this is calming.
So, uh, looks like I’ll be going to the University of Leicester this September. You know, just casually going to be living and studying in the UK for four months or so. No big deal.
1. Do not describe your poems with adjectives like “shitty”. Do not call yourself “normal” or “boring”. Your hair is not too red. Your talent is not “alright”. And you are not just a socially awkward penguin. You are what you say and what you think and what you want to become. When you receive a compliment, do not put a “but” or an “I don’t think so” or any backhanded contradiction in your reply. Accept it and say your thank yous sincerely. There is a difference between humility and negativity. Devaluing yourself is not attractive.
2. Stop chasing after boys who don’t even make the effort to message you, chase you, or get to know you. You are sick of people who make you feel they don’t want you enough. Find someone who knows what they want. Find someone who knows what they want is you.
3. Some people can not give you what you want. They do not have what you are looking for. And that is completely okay.
Lifehack: read a whole fucking lot. Start early, as early as possible. Also watch a lot of movies. It doesn’t matter what kind, just watch them. TV shows too. And watch people – watch people, that’s important. Absorb stories like they are cotton candy and hot chocolate, like they are privileges. Read poets like Yeats and Chekhov, but also go to grocery stores and pick up a romance novel (the kind with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty and the dark-haired, tan hero) and finish it sitting in the parking lot. Watch movies that make you cry and change something in you, but also watch Monty Python And The Holy Grail and a lot of superhero films and maybe some bad shoot-em-up Westerns. Watch humanity. Sit still for hours at a store or a school or a street corner and watch how beautiful and ugly and chaotic it is. Listen and, when someone says something so deeply and heart-achingly beautiful, write it down. Write it down, word for word, and remember that the woman behind the counter had a sparrow tattoo and there was a homeless man outside with sad eyes and buy him a drink. Buy him a drink and some food, and look him in the eye when you talk to him.
Lifehack: Talent comes from love and passion and observance and kindness. Do not hole yourself up in rooms, pulling meaningless words from dictionaries. There is poetry in the streets and in your blood – love so fiercely you fear you’ll break, then write it all down.
—Lifehack: How to be A Poet | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
Uni starts tomorrow; time to recreate a normal sleeping pattern.