the gloomy eastern europeans--kafka & schulz, especially; gogol & turgenev; par lagerqvist (the dwarf); faulkner, flannery o'conner, donald barthleme, richarrd brautigan, jane austen, charlotte bronte, russell edson, ana hatherly (portuguese), some special editors, people i meet in passing, erotic moments of all kinds, cats who use my manuscripts to sleep on, celan, wallace stevens, yeats, william stafford, the UCB library, winnicott, leibniz, heidegger, wittgenstein, lots of philosophy of science, highway 5, little streets in Paris, weird industrial sections on the outskirts of town, friends, all my students, my son and the journey being a mother
To my great relief, it was still here. Nestled among trees, on the corner of 10th Street in Greenwich Village. Still filled with burnished lamps, and a panoply of books that chattered to themselves. I'd been here many times, but this time it was in the middle of an exhausting tour, where it's easy to forget that most books involve an invisible meeting between a writer and a reader. Three Lives is ...
here's a refreshing article about the work habits of published writers--all different(these are novelists, so a lot of them do research; but the various work styles apply to poets and writers of shorter fiction) http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703740004574513463106012106.html
In relation to the blog below, see the review of MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE in the NYTimes this Sunday. http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/25/books/review/Schillinger-t.html?_r=1&ref=review Another writer who blurred the lines between sleeping and waking, nightmare and reality.Deep down, this kind of writing, raises a profound human question: What is it to be fully awake? and What is it to dream? ...