Shall we have a tweet of a book's opening sentence and have someone guess the title?
I go first.
"WHEN BABA SEGI AWOKE with a bellyache for the sixth day in a row, he knew it was time to do something drastic about his fourth wife’s childlessness."
If you are a writer and you can see this, kindly plug your published pieces here. As many links as you can share.
This year, we are not greeing for anybody. It's either we read or we read.
"My conclusion after reading Adebayo’s Stay With Me is that nobody is ever fully grown up. Not even parents. A person is just a cumulation of all the various versions of themselves from their very first memory to the present.
Stretch your right hand forward.
Fold a finger if you've read Things Fall Apart.
Fold another one if you've read The Secret Lives of Baba Segi's Wives.
Fold another one if you've read Trials of Brother Jero.
Fold another finger if you've read On Black Sisters' Street.
Books. Talking about books with someone who can relate. Good poetry (on a page or as a performance). Music. Good food. Beautiful people (in deeds and in acts). Nature (I have never climbed a mountain or seen the moon or seen a sunset and not be happy). Paintings. Photos.
Yesterday, a piece I was writing started writing me.
Writers, what do you do when there are ideas in your head but the puppy on paper isn't matching the lion in your head?
You don't give up, do you?
"I WROTE THIS BOOK with enough rage to fuel a rocket. I knew I had to write it while I was still high on the glory of beating up a man who had sexually assaulted me."
What an opening.
Reading offers you more. This minute, you are reading (just) a book and in the same minute, you are learning about the history of some persons.
This minute, you are (just) reading a book and in the same minute, you are learning words that will stick with you for long.
My love for books made me talk in a shuttle today. I don't like talking in shuttles. The only time I get to talk is when I want to alight. "O wa o."
But this girl held Buchi Emecheta's The Joys of Motherhood. She was in a uniform. I beamed, "Excuse me young lady...
In English, we say: Today is my birthday.
In poetry, we say: come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
— Lucille Clifton
Add yours!
Have friends that are creatives sha. This morning alone, I have read a badass poem, listened to a spoken word piece that I think has prospects (you guys don't know what's about to hit you) and I am on my way to continue reading a fiction a friend is working on.
I love when I read a creative piece and there are book recommendations or music recommendations in them.
It is why I read A Broken People's Playlist that year. It is why I said I must read Gaga Crazy. It is why I'll finish the essay I clicked the link to this morning.
Since it seems the theme for today is Nostalgia. We had Philippine movies before Korean movies, no?
Pangako sayo (The Promise). Yna Macaspac and Angelo Buenavista. I am talking about when Kristine Hermosa and Jericho Rosales played the roles.
I wouldn’t want to curse the day I met you, because I’ve learned not to regret anything that made me smile at any point in my life.
— Photograph, Ezioma Kalu.
This is how I feel about this boy.
XY: I kill your one star
You: I kill your two star
XY: I kill your three star
You: I kill your four star
XY: I kill your five star
You: I kill your six star (sister)
What in God's name was that?!
I saw a movie last night. A student was a smartass and everyone had expections of him. He could ace his exams easily so he couldn't tell anyone of his struggles. He was outspoken so everyone felt he said everything he needed to say but he didn't say half of what was on his mind.
The simple things>>>>>>
Handwritten notes. "I was listening to this song and I thought of you" then proceeds to send the link to the song. Random pictures of the sky, the beach, the moon (of nature, basically). Giving me a name that's peculiar to me. Thoughtfulness.