Just Mustard: Like sardines we were...

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Like sardines we were...

Packed in the little kitchen "addition".
Left to right: Mr. Pat (The Manager) Lushious, VerDell, LaNeese, Buck, Dennis, Jude, The Bee, Bubba and Sonny. This was prior to addin' Lazy Susie.

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What wise ones say...

“A man tells a story so much, he becomes the story. The man dies, the story lives on, the man becomes immortal.”
from the movie “Big Fish”

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it's an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come out, like a mouse from its hole... Eudora Welty

“I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”  
- Clarissa Pinkola Estés

"Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food."
Austin O'Malley

I tend to basically exaggerate in life, and in writing, its fine to exaggerate. I really enjoy overstating for the purpose of getting a laugh. It's very flattering, that laugh, and at the same time it gives pleasure to the audience and accomplishes more than writing very serious things. For another thing, writing is easier than digging ditches. Well, actually that's an exaggeration. It isn't. - Dr. Theodore Seuss Geisel

"I do misrepresent things. I don't tell truths. I tell what ought to be truth. After all, a woman's charm is 50% illusion"
-Blanch DuBois

"Whenever I'm asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one."
-Flannery O'Connor

"Tell me about the South… What’s it like there? What do they do there? Why do they live there? Why do they live at all?"

-William Faulkner from Absalom, Absalom

Ah, good taste, what a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness. -Pablo Picasso

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Like sardines we were...

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