This is what editing looked like yesterday. I’ve been in a frenzy of eliminating items from my apartment; going through boxes, drawers, shelves— anything that no longer makes the cut is out. Trash, recycle or donate. Two of the friends I met up with last night said they'd been doing the same thing this weekend; how… Continue reading On Editing
Writing is one of the best ways to sort real emotions from troublesome nonsense. I first experienced this via The Artist’s Way, and what the author calls Morning Pages. After a few weeks, your notebook is transformed— it's a spiral-bound bullshit detector; a college-ruled catharsis.
Three weeks into the new year's January. Best of intentions, and all that, but work has been steady and hard-hitting for the dead of Winter, and so I've not yet established a schedule with which to be more timely or consistent on this blog (something I'm interested in doing). I think the best way to… Continue reading An aim to establish some schedule
Prior to the Holidays, I’d been thinking a lot about writing; about handwriting. The beauty of erstwhile, long ago penmanship. That led to a bit of research regarding same. I’ve long been aware that the penmanship most of us were taught was more or less the Palmer Method; one which can have pretty results, but… Continue reading On Writing, Part I— Handwriting
Welcome to the new home of the blog of Elizabeth Daggar; an art, writing, and process blog. This is ongoing, a continuation for 2015 of Untidy Revelations, simply under a new name. (I momentarily started a new blog, but it seems more sensible to simple re-skin and carry on.) In this updated incarnation, I will be posting (hopefully… Continue reading Welcome to The Museum, formerly ‘Untidy Revelations’
Everyone seems to be out of sorts, or in a state of transition lately. Well, that’ s nothing new— life is flux. No, what I mean is that a number of people I know have been struggling with big question marks, consciously or not. It’s been coming out gradually, as the summer wanes. They hint… Continue reading The impolitic nature of Early Autumn Onset Syndrome (EAOS)
Above is the headline and subhead of an article on Salon.com, one that's both unsettling and disheartening. First (though least important) I disagree, on the whole, that teaching classics may be a waste of time in high school. Certainly not all of the reading need be 'classic'— there are many more contemporary writers that could… Continue reading [When] Did you learn how to write?
I’ve just re-read the famous commencement speech given by DF Wallace in 2005. It's a very powerful piece of writing. If you’ve not read it, it’s here. In the course of re-reading, the segments below are what stand out the most, hold the punch, the meat of what he’s on about. To paraphrase, Your perception —which… Continue reading This is water
I still rather like this one; Probably could use more editing, but that's generally the case. In places more frequented by stars Night is a vast and velvet thing- An arcing mass, abyss from which the wisps of dreams are rent or born — to which their unreckoned ellipses return at first light or break of… Continue reading An old bit of writing, again.
Brooklyn laundry ladder via flickr hive mind There’s a slender ladder in the yard behind my house. I’ve seen it a thousand times; it starts at the ground and goes exactly nowhere. Patiently ignores the barking of the dog in spring. I know it was planted to thread clotheslines to the windows, but the pulleys… Continue reading unplanned obsolescence
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