Just rediscovered this sentence, which I wrote weeks ago as part of a work project:
“Whatever one generation doesn’t tell the next becomes fuel for the mystery that propels urban exploration.”
Holy crap, I love this poster. I want to marry it. Moreover, I actually want to *buy* it, but it’s sold out. *shakes fist*
“A Life Well Wasted” is a great show, well worth your time. Much like this poster.
“POETRY IS COMPRESSION.
Long, short, doesn’t matter, rhyming, not, the same. All the rest, the same. Except if you can tell me everything a poem says more briefly than the poem does, then it isn’t much of a poem.
”
William Goldman, Which Lie Did I Tell?
“ Theme is what elevates fiction beyond pop entertainment to a story that lingers in the mind — but it’s not fundamental, either. ”
“ I mean, presenting yourself as the village griot is done, for me, with no more writerly credential than a dozen years as a police reporter in Baltimore and a C-average bachelor’s degree in general studies from a large state university. On paper, why me? But I have a feeling every good writer, regardless of background, doubts his own voice just a little, and his own right to have that voice heard. It’s the simple effrontery of the thing. Who died and made me Storyteller? ”
David Simon
