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The Little Garbage Man In Us All | T. E. Hahn
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The Little Garbage Man In Us All. To my knowledge, there were no monuments dedicated to garbage men. No national prize given out, like the Pulitzer for writing. No parade, no day in honor of, no nothing. I decided to move on to a much more glorious profession: Writing (ha). Now, do I really want to be a garbage man at this point in my life? Can we no longer retain any of the innocence of our youth anymore? I just asked more questions, more innocence has left my soul! To TrackBack this entry is:. A fantas...
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Just How I Like It | T. E. Hahn
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Just How I Like It. I repeat the phrase while. A boy blows bubbles in the park somewhere in New York. And I am in one of those bubbles,. I am floating up and away,. Away from the hoodlums’ graffiti on the train stop,. The ethnic man arguing in partial foreign slang. At a girl who stole a pita, but her mom left her. The mom went to talk to a strange man with sparkly teeth. I rise, high above the noise, the smoke,. The 7-11 cups in the street collecting sludge. The air thin, now too thin,. As do my arms.
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Moved, like prayer, in writing | T. E. Hahn
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Moved, like prayer, in writing. After the seminar, I went through all the things I had ever written and saved on my badly scratched flash drive: poems, short stories, sections of my novel. In every single piece of writing I found traces of the faith I had attempted to run away from my entire life. It was the blood of my writing, the marrow of its skeletal structures. 8220;Can I borrow your book light Tommy? 8221; Scott, my roommate asked. On July 30, 2010 at 8:27 pm Comments (4). On July 31, 2010 at 2:55...
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Now I know why Niezsche became insane. | T. E. Hahn
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Now I know why Niezsche became insane. Nietzsche also said that his principal article of faith is that individuals can only flourish when surrounded by other individuals that share identical ideas and will. This is why Nietzsche spent most of his life lonely, submerged in isolation. Do I think I should become a recluse and lock myself away in a cabin buried in the woods? So what is the answer? How do we find that balance between art and the responsibilities of life? With our lives as Nietzsche alludes to?
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On Moral Living | T. E. Hahn
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I was recently encouraged to pick up On Writing Moral Fiction. If one who writes doesn’t believe that writing should spark a positive change in the reader, what is its purpose? I don’t believe that I am stating everyone should believe what Gardner believed, but, what I am asking is, if. What he believed, then what is the purpose of writing? Good question). In any case, I tend to think that if we are also going through the motions, as the professors I mentioned, our words may stick in other’s mi...Gardner...
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And Now | T. E. Hahn
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I’ve taught myself to die. To fold and blacken. Like crumpled paper on a fire. I’ve learned to stop breathing. And see my life in shimmers and shudders,. In flashes and flutters,. I command my body to decay,. Invite the black flies. To breed maggots on my gums. And all the while,. As Oliver said,. 8220;and now, and now, and now,”. And, I am dead again. And now, I have allowed myself. To die again,. With advocacy, even. And now is the time,. And now is the moment to breathe,. And see the white.
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The Art of Immersion | T. E. Hahn
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The Art of Immersion. I haven’t posted in…I can’t remember how long. I am going to try to make an earnest effort to post more often now that I have graduated from the MFA program. On Thursday, I took a road trip with a fellow friend and writer. My short story was published in Central Michigan University’s literary journal. The reception and reading went well. Regan and the. As I Lay Dying. On November 11, 2012 at 3:23 am Leave a Comment. To TrackBack this entry is:. Feed for comments on this post. Fill i...
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Unedited free write/upon transcendental meditation | T. E. Hahn
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Unedited free write/upon transcendental meditation. This is something new, now,. A freedom I never had before,. A child that ventures out past the. Predetermined boundary of the neighbor’s mailbox,. Apprehensive, bliss, challenged by his own thoughts,. 8220;go on,” the mother says from the glass door,. 8220;you’ll be fine,” she encourages. Though, I know, maybe that isn’t true,. Mom will be fine, and that. But as for me, maybe the neighbor’s dog will get loose,. Ready to shatter, the precipice of change,.
