Wednesday, January 19, 2011

•failing•

A failure is contingent. You have to attempt, in order to fail, and it is always so good to be attempting something. Failing means doing, trying, working. I live to fail--what better to remind me that all this (grand, sweeping gesture) is earned?

Don't let fear get in your way. Fail, damnit, then get up and fail again.

Nice idea, Harvey. Now, how about you take that pink machine out of the closet and clear off the sewing table you're currently using as a "desk"? That favorite pair of jeans won't repair themselves. xox

5 comments:

  1. Nobody lives to fail. Though, of course failure is a good teacher. I suggest Harvey tries to mend the jeans - fails, and tries again...

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  2. Harvey could also bring the pink machine and the jeans to Radbill's house tonight or tomorrow and have her hand held while learning to use it and mend the jeans. Radbill can guarantee Harvey will not fail. xo

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  3. Harvey likes having her hand held. :) xox

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  4. I had to remind myself of this very thing, when I wouldn't send poems out, and therefor couldn't be sad that I wasn't published.

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  5. poppy.f.seed, excellent observation. It's hard to put oneself out there, but harder not to, in many ways... xox

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