Write, Cody. Write.

@jcodysmith

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rpdsociety

And I know if I were to raise my hand to question why these gods thirst for the bloodletting we pull from each other like uncountable transfusions on our way to decay, it would be mistaken for a prayer, and maybe rightfully so.

Going Back To Church For Mother’s Day 2014 by Cody Smith (via rpdsociety) One of my poems published in The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society :)

#poetry #prayer #agnostism #faith #publication

writingwtf

When a journal says, "Best of luck placing your work elsewhere"

writingwtf

I thought spending the summer writing and revising my fiction would be nice.

#Does changing the title of a story count as a revision?

Sometimes I think the people to feel the saddest for are people who are unable to connect with the profound--people such as my boring brother-in-law, a hearty type so concerned with normality and fitting in that he eliminates any possibility of uniqueness for himself and his own personality. I wonder if some day, when he is older, he will wake up and the deeper part of him will realize that he has never allowed himself to truly exist, and he will cry with regret and shame and grief.

And then sometimes I think the people to feel saddest for are people who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder--people who closed the doors that lead us into the secret world--or who had the doors closed for them by time and neglect and decisions made in times of weakness. LIfe After God--Douglas Coupland

#douglas coupland

When people ask how I'm doing and how summer classes are going...

#summer school #depressive #why me #geology

Sunday

... Preacherman, sweet paid for confessor, I tell you I am sorry but I forgot to tell you that I danced all night with starlings and with bluejays.

I forgot to say that drinking is a kind of prayer when the world thunders.

--Ellen Gilchrist

#poetry #ellen gilchrist #sunday

Thatch is 1 today! I can't believe he was so little once.

#Thatch #children #birthdays #parenthood

I always think it would be a good idea to listen to music when I read or study, but I always end up zoning out and listening to the tunes.

By temperament I'm a vagabond and a tramp. I don't want money badly enough to work for it. In my opinion it's a shame that there is so much work in the world. One of the saddest things is that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours—all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable and unhappy.

William Faulkner, The Art of Fiction No. 12

#the paris review #william faulkner #lit quotes