I was kind of waiting for the sex without a body but it doesn't matter. This is the best newsletter project ever. It makes me feel something hopeful that I have never quite felt from something that wasn't a painting or drawing. But not the writing exactly more like the reality? spirit? honesty? that made the writing. I guess other people are saying this same thing. It makes me want to be more alive. I love the way it lives in twitter too.
You're a fucking genius, man, how had I forgotten! and because of reading your words again I've got excited myself about writing creatively again. I write all the time but not so very creatively. And btw when I couldn't write because of rheumatism in my hands I used Dragon (Dragon naturally speaking is the latest one), you can verbally give it instructions - new paragraph, delete last sentence etc. Write on, we are listening.
I love and appreciate the desire within you to communicate with us daily and share all that comes to your mind. And Carlo, mille grazie for being the vehicle that shares your father's words and thoughts for the time being. One day at a time, and don't lose hope or will.
Thank you for writing this even though it wasn’t in you to do it. Your passion for life breaks through so in the dark and in the dark moments let that be your pillow ⭐️
Thank you for your writing - all of it. And for sharing this raw project or writing and recovery.
Please tell us more about Angela Carter. I have just finished re-reading The Passion of the New Eve, again. I first read it in 1991 as a callow 25 or 26-year-old and hated it. But it wouldn't leave me alone, so I read it again when I was in my mid-40s and back at uni getting my Masters. It was still gnarly and difficult, but oh so sticky in the imagination. Then in the insanity of the last six or seven years, it again demanded to be read and this time, it felt prophetic. From gender fluidity to the cultural impositions of masculinity and feminity, decay and civil wars fuelled by cartoonish religious fanaticism, it feels like the times have finally caught up to the work. And that's not a good thing.
Tonight, I'm going to sit down and watch My Beautiful Laundrette with my 31-year-old housemate, who, when I offered him the room, blushed and confessed that he was gay. I was so upset that he thought that it would matter, even today. Maybe it's because I'm middle aged, he thought that I would be homophobic?
Anyway here's to stories that make sense of the world and stories that show there is no sense in the world.
It will be a better night for you i hope. Fir us readers it was a fabulous night story you told. Thank you.
I was kind of waiting for the sex without a body but it doesn't matter. This is the best newsletter project ever. It makes me feel something hopeful that I have never quite felt from something that wasn't a painting or drawing. But not the writing exactly more like the reality? spirit? honesty? that made the writing. I guess other people are saying this same thing. It makes me want to be more alive. I love the way it lives in twitter too.
You're a fucking genius, man, how had I forgotten! and because of reading your words again I've got excited myself about writing creatively again. I write all the time but not so very creatively. And btw when I couldn't write because of rheumatism in my hands I used Dragon (Dragon naturally speaking is the latest one), you can verbally give it instructions - new paragraph, delete last sentence etc. Write on, we are listening.
I love and appreciate the desire within you to communicate with us daily and share all that comes to your mind. And Carlo, mille grazie for being the vehicle that shares your father's words and thoughts for the time being. One day at a time, and don't lose hope or will.
Loving these posts. Thank you Human xxx
Loving these each day. Wishing you well for a full recovery as soon as possible!
This is going to be a marathon; there will be shitty daya and there will be good days. So, one day at a time.
Thank you for writing this even though it wasn’t in you to do it. Your passion for life breaks through so in the dark and in the dark moments let that be your pillow ⭐️
My god! Thankyou so so much for this Hanif.
Thank you for your writing - all of it. And for sharing this raw project or writing and recovery.
Please tell us more about Angela Carter. I have just finished re-reading The Passion of the New Eve, again. I first read it in 1991 as a callow 25 or 26-year-old and hated it. But it wouldn't leave me alone, so I read it again when I was in my mid-40s and back at uni getting my Masters. It was still gnarly and difficult, but oh so sticky in the imagination. Then in the insanity of the last six or seven years, it again demanded to be read and this time, it felt prophetic. From gender fluidity to the cultural impositions of masculinity and feminity, decay and civil wars fuelled by cartoonish religious fanaticism, it feels like the times have finally caught up to the work. And that's not a good thing.
Tonight, I'm going to sit down and watch My Beautiful Laundrette with my 31-year-old housemate, who, when I offered him the room, blushed and confessed that he was gay. I was so upset that he thought that it would matter, even today. Maybe it's because I'm middle aged, he thought that I would be homophobic?
Anyway here's to stories that make sense of the world and stories that show there is no sense in the world.
There will be brilliant nights again, for sure! All my loving and prayers to you!
Amazing work. Thank you so much for sharing.
Loved the stories ... and more Raymond Carver, please.
I hope your nights are getting better, easier, and thank you, thank you for sharing your thoughts and memories and bits of such great stories with us.
*applause*
Genius. Thank you.