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A Deserted Mind.

9 Apr

If you as a poet, as a writer, as a musician, artist, or content curator can find the means to live a chill life then by all means do it. The delusions of Media make you think an artist has to live in constant tension and tilt, that an artist has to be completely fucked in the head in order to produce something/anything of worth that will last the ages. 

As a primitive writer I loose inspiration easily, and it’s not that my mind can’t find the words, no, it feels more of like something deep inside is missing and I can’t figure out what it is. I’ve always been inspired by the smallest of things, by a word, by a paragraph, but no matter what I do or read nothing is coming out. I hate this feeling. My mind feels like a desert. I’m like in a long dryness season, not one cloud is in the sky.

My writing tends to follow a cycle, it starts with research, writing small paragraphs then linking them together..obviously. Here’s a better way to say it; I go through this writing spree, where I write every single day, feeling like a machine tapping on the keys of the keyboard. Then, I go through another phase of no writing and they usually last longer than my -full mode beast-writing phase.

Writing is like rain, you don’t know when it comes. You just receive it with open arms, embracing it fully. I’d go wild if I pass a week or two without writing. I don’t know why but I do. Everything we see or hear could be the start of something new for our writing, it may not come easily nor fast, but when it comes, damn, the most of excellent and efficient work comes out. All I have to do is wait for it kick in again and take me by surprise.

Patience and simplicity is the key to your perfect piece of writing ever…


Date a girl who reads.

4 Apr

Date A Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie Urquico

(In Response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date An Illiterate Girl.)

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.


6 Feb

For sometime I believed that today’s generation is by far one of the best. I still do. I understood very well why. We built great big things, made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases; ones that scientists doubted, and cultivated the world’s greatest artists and the world’s greatest men and women; who inspired. We reached for the stars, and we acted like men. We aspired to intelligence; we didn’t belittle it; it didn’t make us feel inferior. We didn’t identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election. We fought for moral reasons. Fought for freedom. Fought for the poor. I believe that the greatest breakout that the whole wide world witnessed, recently and still is and was in shock by the number of people who died fighting, seeking their human rights from those who took it away, feeding their greed from the People’s goods; was the revolutions that happened in the Middle east. Tunis, Egypt, Syria, Libya. All these countries, who got tired of the cruelty, unfair power.

There, you have a population who was trapped inside there own self; scared to go out and fight for their freedom, human rights. Trapped inside their fear. There, you have a government, a President who only seeks their needs, once they tasted the very first portions of satisfying their needs, greed took over them, made them sweep all the country’s goods, money, left the people of the countries suffering from a great decline in every department of human needs, a declining economy. Poverty grown worse, people became more exhausted and frustrated by their increasing needs and social injustice. Till one day they were able to break through, fought, shouted their rights, protested days and nights. They didn’t get tired. They dreamt about this moment, planned for this day. It was magical, you had men, women, kids of all ages all walking together, united, aiming for one thing, a brighter future, a better place to work and live, and most importantly a safe environment for their kids to grow up in. We were able to take down the political system that caused us grief and ache; continuous pain. And we were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed. By great men, men who were revered, that the first way to approach any problem, is too recognize there is one. We recognized that our country isn’t a great one anymore.

Written by an Egyptian. Proud to be. Proud of my country; Egypt. Yet, I am deeply In grief as the Muslim Brotherhood are bringing us to point zero. But, we won’t backdown, not now, never.