Writers Like Whoa
writers that write with soul. let's call them non-fungible writers
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Writers Like Whoa
The left has tended to lead the way in mastering new media, aided by its generally younger, tech-savvy supporters. Barack Obama harnessed Facebook in 2008, helping propel him into the White House. Today America’s right is ahead. Mr Trump has cultivated a following among the always-online, meme-sharing, crypto-trading tech community, which is more g... See more
AI unleashes a weird new genre of political communication
Some Notes Concerning Technique
Long have I thought that I should write a book on technique, as I have learned much over the years that may aid others in their or-chards. For now; I will simply state, for the record, my position on some of the great debates of our profession.
Pruning should be done in moderation. There are those who would remove cros... See more
Long have I thought that I should write a book on technique, as I have learned much over the years that may aid others in their or-chards. For now; I will simply state, for the record, my position on some of the great debates of our profession.
Pruning should be done in moderation. There are those who would remove cros... See more
North Woods - Daniel Mason
Swelter is in his best uniform, a habit of exceptional splendour, the high cap and tunic being of virgin silk. Doubling his body he opens the door the merest fraction of an inch and applies his eye to the fissure. As he bends, the shimmering folds of the silk about his belly hiss and whisper like the voice of far and sinister waters or like some va... See more
Damn, Mervyn Peake could write…
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak.
“[...] I am quite the fan of Professor Randolph Nesse’s theory of depression. Nesse and his colleagues speculate that depression could act as a biological constraint system that helps to minimise wasted effort and loss by forcing the individual to slow down, reassess, and potentially change strategies.”
"We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality. We sleep in a long reproachful dust against ourselves. We are full to the gorge with our own names for misery. Life, the pastures in which the night feeds and prunes the cud that nourishes us to despair. Life, the permission to know death. We were created that the earth might b
... See more“Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the ‘findings’ in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves. In Nora’s heart lay the fossil of Robin, intaglio of her
... See more“The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant life, and beneath it one sensed a
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