i want to ask the happiest person in the world whether it was worth it, all the sacrifices he made in order to become so happy. faq.

men into blocks

if you take a flat map

and move wooden blocks upon it strategically,
the thing looks well, the blocks behave as they should.

the science of war is moving live men like blocks.
and getting the blocks into place at a fixed moment.

but it takes time to mold your men into blocks

and flat maps turn into country where creeks and gullies
hamper your wooden squares.

they stick in the brush,
they are tired and rest, they straggle after ripe blackberries,
and you cannot lift them up in your hand [and] move them. men into blocks

true mirrors.

some of us are surrounded by destructive people who tell us:

we’re worthless when we’re endlessly valuable,
that we’re stupid when we’re smart,
that we’re failing even when we succeed.

but the opposite of people who drag you down isn’t people who build you up and butter you up.

it’s equals who are generous but keep you accountable, true mirrors who reflect back who you are and what you are doing.

:: rebecca solnit

the loneliness of donald trump


because i love writing & tips & mostly, rebecca solnit

1) write. there is no substitute. write what you most passionately want to write, not blogs, posts, tweets or all the disposable bubblewrap in which modern life is cushioned. but start small: write a good sentence, then a good paragraph, and don’t be dreaming about writing the great american novel or what you’ll wear at the awards ceremony because that’s not what writing’s about or how you get there from here. the road is made entirely out of words. write a lot. maybe at the outset you’ll be like a toddler—the terrible twos are partly about being frustrated because you’re smarter than your motor skills or your mouth, you want to color the picture, ask for the toy, and you’re bumbling, incoherent and no one gets it, but it’s not only time that gets the kid onward to more sophistication and skill, it’s effort and practice. write bad stuff because the road to good writing is made out of words and not all of them are well-arranged words.


island where all becomes clear.

solid ground beneath your feet.
the only roads are those that offer access.
bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.

the tree of valid supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immemorial.

the tree of understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,
sprouts by the spring called now i get it.

the thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the valley of obviously.

if any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.

echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds. utopia