“As I write about these things, the remembering is turned into a kind of rehappening…The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in it’s own dimension, replaying itself over and over….

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But the thing about remembering is that you don’t forget. You take your material where you find it, which is in your life, at the intersection of past and present. The memory traffic feeds into a rotary up on your head, where it goes in circles for a while, then pretty soon imagination flows in and the traffic emerges and shoots off down a thousand different streets. As a writer, all you can do is pick a street and go for the ride, putting things down as they come at you. That’s the real obsession. All those stories.”

-Tim O’ Brien, The Things They Carried, page 31 & 33

I am finally reading this book and it is just grabbing my mind and heart and I know it is about the Vietnam war BUT I think it’s actually an exploration of human need and a breakdown of Maslow’s hierarchy.

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“As I write about these things, the remembering is turned into a kind of rehappening…The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in it’s own dimension, replaying itself over and over….

As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner, 171-172

critic10sThat was when I learned that words are not food; that words don’t ever fit even what they are trying to say at. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride… that we had had to use one another by words like spiders dancing by their mouths from a mean, swinging and twisting and never touching, and that only through the blows of the switch could my blood and their blood flow as one stream….

…He had a word, too, Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time, I knew that that word was like others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.

As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner, 171-172