“Fragment Palooza.”
“Repetition” in words and in theme. “Tiresome.”
“Lacks flow and rhythm.”
“Lacking depth.” (This one cut.)
“Can’t produce more than 500 words?”
“Have you thought of a creative writing class?”
I’m two miles into my morning run. The unsolicited feedback is swamping Audible’s narration of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle: Book 5: Some Rain Must Fall. And chirping in, is Brian Blanchfield’s new book of essays written without the internet and any reference sources.
I twist the earbuds deeper into each drum, turn up the volume and hope to drown the sh*t out.
The words from Book 5 continue to pump. Knausgaard’s autobiographic detail and flow is hypnotic. There are five published books in his series, with each averaging more than 500 pages. He goes back more than 40 years and walks us forward stone, by stone, by stone. (There you go again, with the repetition.)
Here’s a reflection by Knausgaard on a moment from ~25 years ago in Book 2: “In the window before me I can vaguely see the image of my face. Apart from my eyes, which are shining, and the part directly beneath, which dimly reflects light, the whole of the left side lies in shade. Two deep furrows run down the forehead, one deep furrow runs down each cheek, all filled as it were with darkness, and when the eyes are staring and serious, and the mouth turned down at the corners it is impossible not to think of this face as somber. What is it that has etched itself into you?”
I ponder this passage for a moment, then try, and fail, to call up the color of the cereal box at this morning’s breakfast, or the title of the Netflix movie I watched last night – never mind trying to string the words to describe the two moments.
I release this chain of thoughts and call up Ted Hughes: “The first sign of disintegration — in a writer — is that the writing loses the unique stamp of his/her character, & loses its inner light…What matters, is to connect your own voice.”
There.
My voice.
What matters is to have my own voice. You’ve so matured.
I get back to Book 5.
I pick up the pace.
I’m 3/4s of a mile from home on Post Road and crossing Hollow Tree Ridge Road. I’m about to run through the intersection when out of the right corner of my eye, I see a late model Mercedes accelerate through the intersection, close enough for me to feel the wind gust.
The driver (male, middle age) and his spouse, sit stoic. He glances at me in the rear view mirror as he accelerates up the hill. I stop in the middle of the turn lane, raise my middle finger and hold it in the air long enough for him to see it.
There. Feel better? Yep.
Lacking depth, my A**.
Steps: 9,873.
Nap Time.
Posted Inspired by Irving Stone:
It’s freezing up here.
What did you use to keep warm?
“Indignation,” said Michelangelo.
“Best fuel I know. Never burns out.”~ Irving Stone, from The Agony and the Ecstasy
Notes:
- Images by Szymon Swietochowski via Behance
- Irving Stone quote via Couvertures de serenity. Ted Hughes quote: Brain Pickings.
- Related Posts: Running Series
I love you…and Irving Stone of course.
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Hi Raye. Thank you! Appreciate the kind words….
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BRILLIANT…
Just brilliant the way you weave through it.
But, you’re lucky I wasn’t in that car!!!
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Thanks for the kind words Sawsan. As to tangling with the Indignant, I would give him wide berth. 🙂
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I’ll go to Urban Dictionary after coffee!
Your voice and you go together like Thunder & Lightning.
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Thunder and Lightning. Love THAT.
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And I’m so glad ‘wide berth’ is not what I thought it was.
Me don’t speak good English, Brother! Very bad English.
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I won’t ask where you thought I was going. I will not.
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Laughing. ..
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Love this energy DK!
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Thanks Val. 🙂
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deep –
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Right. 🙂
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I thought the finger was well timed and appropriate. Repeat as necessary.
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Laughing. Good one Anneli.
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Rust never sleeps, indignation never burns out! 😀
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Truth Ian. Truth.
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I’m so much more mature… ✌️
Looking at the image I think… wow, great colours, but geez, those hairy arms…! 😉 😉
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Funny!
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For all I learn from reading your blog, it is your voice I most enjoy – flipping the bird or otherwise. Your voice…your thoughts…your heart. Have a good nap
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Awwwww, thanks so much Mimi. Appreciate the friendship very much.
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Always here for you, pal
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And once again, WMS. Your voice is distinct and the coloration it gives your writing delights me to no end. Keep it coming, pal!
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Thank you Lori. Appreciate it very much.
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Your Heart’s Voice and your Witty intellect, is a gift I look forward to daily…what you say, Resonates…
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Thank you. Means a lot Christie.
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And it goes without saying but I will contradict and say it: so thankful the middle aged man with the stoic wife, in the accelerating Mercedes didn’t take you out…as the world would have lost a great voice of a Man of True Value…
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Laughing. I’m grateful he didn’t take me out either. Appreciate the kind words Christie.
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No signs of disintegration here, David. Your voice is strong and recognizable.
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Thank you Helen. Appreciate the kind words.
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We all have our own unique voice. Just keep writing! And you’ll certainly get feedback here, if feedback is what you need for motivation. I’ve just always written, always will, regardless. I don’t worry about any of it, no aspirations, just sharing. Just. Keep. Writing.
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Bela, thank you. Yes, appreciate that very much. Dave
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When you write for yourself, your authentic (this word fits even though it is over-used) self is revealed. When you write for critics, others, that authenticity is lost. Not saying it is easy, so turn up the volume and drown that sh*t out!
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I need to dig into more of his work. I believe this is my first reading.
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Smiling. Thanks so much Carolann.
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Awesome post! Thank you for sharing.
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Hi Dani. Thank you! Appreciate the kind words.
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No lack of depth, brother, or vision. Sign language is a valid voice.
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Smiling. Thank you Sandy.
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