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We are all campers, here for the season. Solo Dios dura.
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Camp Pen Cramp Official Regulations and Bylaws.
A few things to keep in mind.
For the record, we hate the word poetry. It has a bad mouth-feel, like cheap wine that wishes it was from France and is really from a rusted-out rain barrel in Tukwila, Washington. At Camp Pencramp, we much prefer camp songs. We all do. So we have that in common. The emperor was half-undressed already and now we've called a heart a heart, a club a club, and a garden spade a trowel.
Poetry en espanol es Poesia. Muy mejor.
We also hate the word "memoir." Again, we all do. It's unanimous that we don't like that word. Remember Osbourne Cox, the John Malkovich character in Burn After Reading? Osbourne Cox was writing a memoir and it caused a lot of problems for a lot of people - himself included. Remember Osbourne Cox doing calisthenics on the boat? No one wants to be that guy.
Article, editorial, entry, op-ed, study, paper, post, thesis etc -- all this sound too much like a job and/or homework.
Blogs. Seemed like a good idea at the time. 2008 being that time.
Now it's all about content. Save us.
How about "Journal," you ask. Ok as a noun; not so great as a verb.
Nothing too extremely novel about a "novel." In the fantabulous words of Father John Misty, "I'm writing a novel, because it's never been done before." An essay is, of course, just an attempt, and to quote Yoda, "Do, or do not. There is no try." Biography? Autobiography? Oh, save us. Just what the world needs - another celebrity writing a book. Sigh. Remainders, here we come! And as from the onslaught of "My big insight or life turnaround-ing life hack bs, TED-talks-that-became a book, oh save us. Honestly, we have no idea if you're interesting until you've been dead for at least 100 years. Maybe instead of writing a book ... let's read one. But who has time? So much inter to be netted and binge to be watched.
So here at Camp pencramp, we have songs. And we have stories. Jokes and asides and digressions are okay, too. Who doesn't like to sit around the campfire and sing songs and tell stories and tell a joke or two?
Note - if you do venture out on the lake, remember, lifejackets are required.
A few things to keep in mind.
For the record, we hate the word poetry. It has a bad mouth-feel, like cheap wine that wishes it was from France and is really from a rusted-out rain barrel in Tukwila, Washington. At Camp Pencramp, we much prefer camp songs. We all do. So we have that in common. The emperor was half-undressed already and now we've called a heart a heart, a club a club, and a garden spade a trowel.
Poetry en espanol es Poesia. Muy mejor.
We also hate the word "memoir." Again, we all do. It's unanimous that we don't like that word. Remember Osbourne Cox, the John Malkovich character in Burn After Reading? Osbourne Cox was writing a memoir and it caused a lot of problems for a lot of people - himself included. Remember Osbourne Cox doing calisthenics on the boat? No one wants to be that guy.
Article, editorial, entry, op-ed, study, paper, post, thesis etc -- all this sound too much like a job and/or homework.
Blogs. Seemed like a good idea at the time. 2008 being that time.
Now it's all about content. Save us.
How about "Journal," you ask. Ok as a noun; not so great as a verb.
Nothing too extremely novel about a "novel." In the fantabulous words of Father John Misty, "I'm writing a novel, because it's never been done before." An essay is, of course, just an attempt, and to quote Yoda, "Do, or do not. There is no try." Biography? Autobiography? Oh, save us. Just what the world needs - another celebrity writing a book. Sigh. Remainders, here we come! And as from the onslaught of "My big insight or life turnaround-ing life hack bs, TED-talks-that-became a book, oh save us. Honestly, we have no idea if you're interesting until you've been dead for at least 100 years. Maybe instead of writing a book ... let's read one. But who has time? So much inter to be netted and binge to be watched.
So here at Camp pencramp, we have songs. And we have stories. Jokes and asides and digressions are okay, too. Who doesn't like to sit around the campfire and sing songs and tell stories and tell a joke or two?
Note - if you do venture out on the lake, remember, lifejackets are required.
Sandra and Marty Godsil with their son Max, circa 1970.