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2009 retrospective (metashit)

2009 was your most productive year, steve(n) - is it immature for a 25 year old to have not made a clear decision on a preferred name? 39 "published" pieces. and tho it is certainly not the same as being published in an actual publication, external to me, it's definitely not a meaningless feat. i'm neither an easy, nor a nice editor. but you've begun to really take a firmer hold in the moment, steve (you will be the pragmatic version, the dynamic, actual self; steven, you will be the ideals. the mother and father that gave birth to the idea of 'steve', the idea to go out into the world and cultivate a particular persona.)

but yeah: steve, you've been doing a bang up job, fella. real top-flight growth. it hasn't been easy, but you've really stood up straight and exercised control in the moment course, steven: don't want to leave you out here. classic dreaming, nothing different than what we've come to expect from you. just real quality stuff. those clouds look fun from down here. ...but, buddy, same old problem: you gotta let steve do his thing. really and truly: this fear tantrum act like we're icarus every time steve acts. it's exactly the sort of thing that you denounce, the opposite of what you support

but steve: 39 entries. not bad, dude. tons of poetry. love the imagery and metaphors most of the time. let's try to break it down some more this year. make it even simpler. you can still reduce that fraction. har har har. also: more fiction. go for some short stories. like we have noted previously, your writing legs need time to develop. it's ok that you can only take the moist womb of creation for a few fleeting moments right now. it's ok that you can't help but lose yourself in the moment so quickly. those small moments are yoursustenance right now. they have merit. poetry is the perfect platform for this wi the norms, trends, traits, whathaveyou allow, provide for this brevity. but youll get used to the ecstasy of creation and be able to produce longer works. just be patient. it will come. so on a related noted, let's try for some more expansion outside your pure individuality. that's a problematic phrase - because we can never get out of our self. we can change...but what i mean is: let's try writing more about other people.

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i know, i know. you think it's a futile exercise. 'you' are your own best shot at knowledge. i know this seems like the truth right now - and i even know that you're not dogmatically obedient to that conclusion, but all the same..just saying..a little more in the attempts-to-understand-others - or, even, the wider social commentary angle - would be great..just something outside this "what its like to be steve" background and the general philosophizing, social commentating in the foreground..thing.

...i know you think there's something universal in your subjective experience. noted.

but, like i said: 2009 was a great writing year for you, steve(n). you transmitted very well, steven. you weren't too overbearing. mostly, reigned from above. limiting yourself to derailments. you do need to improve your stickwithitness. sometimes, like we've said, you've become quite shrill with paranoia etc, but, alternately - and this is something we really need to reiterate with you, steven, tho, we know you know it as well as we do - you can't fall asleep on the job. steve is in The Shit while you're on the hammock. don't lose sight of that. he will need you when he's gotten sucked out on the river, when he's alone and bears seemingly no connection to the external world. don't forget your role as parent.

steve, you didn't falter as often as you might think. you're growing as a writer. you know this. don't beat yourself up for not continuously spewing yourself onto the page. it's ok to not have something meaningful to write about. go out and live at these times. just run out there.

but..(looks at notes, pushes glasses down bridge of nose) you wrote best when it was dark..which you have noted, but also mostly in the winter. hemingway concluded that he wrote better in the winter bc it was so hard to escape the fact that we're all slowly dying, that his function was to write, and that the reminder of creeping death was the greatest environment for his writing. and this seems to be the case for the achievement of any goal or decided on life function. an acknowledgment of our finitude. this also seems to be your gasoline. the knowledge that you are going to die. and that you're not afraid. that you do believe in yourself, in your philosophy. who you want to become. but most importantly: who you already are.

cheers to you man! to your continued attempts to understand yourself, others, and the world you both created and occupy!

(raucous cheersing)

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