a digital diary. a peak inside. an open book with frayed edges.
writer. poet. girlwithwords. filmmaker. work in progress
“First rule of Fight Club. You do not talk about Fight Club.”
More than that, I believe that the luck, the chi, the mojo of an as-yet-unborn work can be bled away by its author running his mouth prematurely. Sometimes I’ll meet a writer or director or musician and they’ll start blathering excitedly about a new project they’re working on. I always stop them. For their sake—and for the project’s.
Conserve that energy.
Keep the genie inside the bottle.
I can almost feel the air going out of the balloon as these artists blab about it.
Talking too soon is Resistance.
Premature yakking is a form of self-sabotage.
Another way to look at it is that that work-in-progress is your baby. It’s a fetus, gestating inside you. Don’t expose it to germs or daylight or gamma rays from Jupiter. Protect that fragile life-form.
There’ll be plenty of time to brag about your baby once she’s born. Give her time. Let her make her debut. Wait till she has a name and a Social Security number.
Then, when she’s blinking and bawling, out at last into the wide world … then you can mount to the rooftops.
Till then, shut up.
Don’t talk about it."
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
or the terror of one...”