Odd Walking Thoughts – Warning. Adult.

Let me be clear. We’re a nation of pussy’s. That’s not hard to understand. I grew up thinking people around me were too afraid to be themselves, or too afraid not to be. I watched as adults pussy footed around issues like fucking their neighbor which caused a divorce and the kids were lucky enough to be lied to. Mother’s fucked colleagues and had children outside of wedlock, yet didn’t tell the family. It’s a great way to live, to be too much of a cunt to tell your family you‘re a slut. Oh wait., I shouldn’t be writing like this. The PC police tells me what to do and how to act. Then again, I never did care. Our nation is filled with pussy’s who are too afraid to speak exactly how they’d like. I’m not one of them. Fuck off. -And fathers fucked every nice ass they could and we knew because our mothers told us. You can’t hold a job when you’re drunk and fuck. Yet the same mouths that preached this were sucking off their boss because they thought it would never be known. It’s like the fucking church showing young boys how to handle the full blow erection the priest had. Oh, that bother you? Good it bothers me too. I’ve been holding off a while now. I really shouldn’t. People are boring and the worst that’ll happen is nothing. I’ve never been anything but me. Cheers.

Hemingway – Quote

‘I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.’ -Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast.

I sit with strong coffee and read his words. His words are so well used they live within me directly after having met them. I once wrote ‘You can’t rewrite Hemingway’ and feel this to be severely true and that no one person should even try. However, if one sits and writes about what they know and their voice is their own and is strong they’ve done it. Each experience is unique.  A trip to get milk, written well, can be the best story to write and to read. And If I take Hemingway’s advice I’ll have enough to write about for the entirety of my life. In fact, I’ll not be able to finish.

Have a good day. I hope there will be wine and laughter. I hope you smile and are smiled upon. I hope we all do not take for granted today.

Cheers,

-M. Taggart

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Fuck Off Professor Brown – Non Fiction

I’ll simply say it as it was. A bitch of a professor at Brown University told me Hemingway wouldn’t be published today because his writing was too simple.

Fuck off.

That was my internal response.

I had been standing at the deli. A middle aged women stood next to me. I asked how her day was. She told me it was rushed. The man behind the counter asked what I wanted and I told him steak. Filet. For two.

I like to chat and talk and meet and know. I asked her who her favorite author was. I quote, ‘Oh, I don’t know. Who’s yours?’

I don’t respect people who can’t answer simple question. I respect them less when it’s about themselves.

‘Hemingway.’

‘Oh. He’s nothing really. He wouldn’t be published today.’

‘No? Why not.’

‘He’s too simple. He never took on anything important.’

‘Tell me how he’s simple. Tell me why.’

‘He never wrote about anything that meant anything.’

‘The Sun Also Rises was simple?’

‘We all stand on his shoulders for what he’s done. But, he’s simple.’

I told her I felt differently. She was alone and it’s easy to frighten off a conversation.  I asked, ‘What do you do?’

‘I’m a retired professor.’

‘Of?’

‘English.’

English. Books upon books and cognitive development involved with a mental sphere of words pushed into physical boundaries and here we are.

‘I enjoy to read. Where were you a professor?’ I asked.

‘Brown.’

A professor was asked a simple question. Who is your favorite author. She couldn’t answer the question. She turned the question into a shaming moment. I wish her students the best of luck. I watched this women try to pay for her purchase. She was unable because she didn’t understand how the card ran through.

 

 

 

Don’t – Odd Walking Thoughts

There are a number of bees walking near us. Though, bees normal don’t walk. We wash the metal bin. An old man walks with a cane. Swirling, we watch, bubbles come close. The man with the cane sees the bees.  ‘Don’t try and disturb them.’ He remarked. The bees became upset and found him.  We watched as he used his cane to defend.  We asked the bees, ‘Why?’ and they replied, ‘He’s not to decide.’

-M. Taggart.

I write these in a few short minutes.  I do not edit.

Mind over All – Odd Walking Thoughts

We’re finding it more difficult to speak with you without you becoming upset. Kindness is called passive.  Direct is too challenging and aggressive.  This leads us to talk with others and you become jealous. We then try to talk with you about that and you are again upset and say we talk too much.  So, we now sit alone and think of the exact way to approach without causing torture for us all.  It doesn’t work and instead there’s rudeness with insults. We wonder if keeping us within four walls would even be enough for your happiness to be real.

Ernest Hemingway – Quote

‘Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be.  But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today.’ -For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway.

And today I edit chapter 27 which contains the best line I feel I’ve written to this point. Hemingway continues to guide me and is the best teacher I’ve had.

Cheers.