I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, November 21, 2013

And Early Linkee-poo by itself

From today's Writers Almanac.
"It's the birthday of anthologist and writer Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch… remembered by writers today… for one of the most enduring but non-attributed pieces of writing advice ever given. He wrote in his 1916 book On the Art of Writing, 'Whenever you feel an impulse to perpetrate a piece of exceptionally fine writing, obey it — whole-heartedly — and delete it before sending your manuscript to press: Murder your darlings.'… Now a popular catchphrase… 'murder your darlings' admonishes writers to refrain from being too precious about their prose and to trust in the values of simplicity and efficiency."
Do ye likewise.

Just in case that phrase was ever confusing (I've actually answered questions about this in several writing groups and even as a panelist).

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