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Open your mouth and sing

“To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.”-Henry Miller



Sometimes I cannot type fast enough. Sometimes I start out typing aimlessly as I stare at the photograph I know has meaning for me. I type to figure out why. Knowing how to type without looking is my instrument.


I was concealed, even from myself, before I started to write. I was an admirer of others' work certainly , but my own creative ambitions were latent.




One day I started writing and taking pictures. I just started. I decided to not edit myself too much, to use my own voice and to see what happened.

I began to notice other people's work more.

The more I write, the more I can write.

The more I write the more I can tolerate ambiguity.

The more I write, the more I can wait for late buses and sit through tedious meetings. I have a place to go in my head now, again.

The more I write, the more I let people finish their sentences before cutting them off. I want to hear what they have to say.

I am writing.

"This then is a song."





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