THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT
randomly stopped into thomkins square park. found myself at this typewriter. today im focusing on being present. being in the now. be present.
Today i felt guilty for not responding to a text from someone i barely know. It's frustrating to feel like you owe people something like you owe them your time, your energy, all for the sake of being polite. I'm tired of being polite and feeling guilty when im not. Maybe its time to let go of my southern charm...
Tibe hinest I don;t know how to use a typewriter. but now i'm learningToday I'm with Melissa and Genevieve and we went and bought some juice.
The Sun Shines Upon All In Equal Measure. Perhaps it has something to teach us? If we;d only listen!
if i could live of 3 days, it would be worth more than a thousand days asof a mundane existance.
"99% of the world's lovers are not with their first choice. That's whatmakes the jukebox play."
today i skated with my friends i also had my roundtables (my finals) i got an expert grade a man is blasting music in the park its a nice day
very relaxing. i think i am going to go back home now and order take out and play videogames and go to sleep. this was fun.
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Los Heraldos NegrosHay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes...yo no se.
Golpes como el odio o de dios; como si ante ellos, la resaca de todo lo sufrido se empozara en el alma... Yo no se. There are in life such hard blows...I dont know!
blows seemingly from Gods wrath; as if before them
the undertow of all our sufferings
is embedded in our souls... Ivdont know! Son pocos; pero son...abren zanjas oscuras
en el rostro mas fiero y en el lomo mas fuerte.
Seran tal vez los potros de barbaros atilas;
o Los Heraldos Negros que nos manda la muerrte. There are few; but are... opening dark
furrows
in the fiercest of faces and the strongest of loins,
They are perhaps the colts of barbaric Attilas or the dark Heralds Death send us.
Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... Yo no se There are such hard blows in life... I dont know! By Cesar Valej Lejos
Peruvian Writer
1918
There once was a bear. who lived in a cave. He ate and ate until he faded.Then the bear was so full he went back to his cave.Then one o f his predators came and ate all his honey. That bear brother was very mean to him. Then a puppy came along and ran and ran until he found another bear that was nice. The nice bear said why don't you stay with me little puppy.. More friends came along an d said we will give you shelter always.And then the puppy said thank you, I will always be with you.. I love you..by Shanti 6.5 and Logan 6 almost 7 East Village lifers and neighbors
This is probably going to be trite but here we go nonetheless! There are writers aand there are aspiring writers and then there are people like me. Writers write, aspiring writers aspire to write, and I aspire to have writren. Everything in between is barren and awful and feels like a simultaneous onslaught of anticipation and disappointment. This is not to say that people like myseklf do not write, but virtualy all of our work is on the subject of writing, or, rather, why it is so hard for us to write. My impediment, personally, is pretention. What is pretention? From a reader's perspective, it's like porn: you know it when you see it. From my perspective, r it*s what you gain the first time you as a child are told that you did a bad job or a good job. From then on you have an internal editor who yammers away and changes the task of writing for you irrevocably. You are no longer trying to create but trying to do a good job. What is a good job? What others say it is.
And you must do a good job, as dictated by popular consensus, under the pressure of time, which also dictates that you feed yourself and make money, and be a good person. And don*t hog the typewriter, either!
Just a thought. I don*t think I did a partiuvcua job, but then again, this is my first time using a typewriter!
we live in a day and age where the police can get away will killing our youuth unarmed children regular black spanish civilians arent safe anymore a cop can get away now with leaving you dead on the floor on the way to the store wwbb