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Show me the Write way

At the moment I am going through a bit of a crisis. I have absolutely no certainty regarding my future profession.

I want to write

and

I want to make money

Now, those two things do not go together.  Although I am still studying I want to start making money so that I won’t be a complete failure with a degree. I don’t know how much a BA Humanities Degree means these days, because I cannot apply for any jobs reflecting my intellect. Not that I think waiters and cashiers don’t think or aren’t clever. I just feel that at the moment, something BIGGER awaits me. Something that will change the fact that I feel inferior about my writing.

I will write. Even if it just ends up being for myself.

BUT

I need a job, and I need help with that!

So if you happen to have any contact in the following industries: please email me; anneke_steenkamp@hotmail.com

Fictional Writing

Poetry

Article Writing

Translation Afr/Eng

Internships at magazines

Bookshop casual

Photography assistant

Internships at newspapers

 

 

Bukowski inspired

Elke keer as ek voel ek kort iets om my te inspireer, dan maak Charles Bukowski my dag! Die manier wat hy met totale eerlikheid sy digkuns oordra, die manier wat hy nie omgee wat enige iemand van hom dink nie. So op hierdie Sondag middag met die Australian Open wat tot ‘n einde kom, en Almost Famous wat my weer bietjie driven maak- besluit ek om weer te begin blog. Of dit hierdie keer langer as ‘n week gaan hou, weet ek nie. But it’s worth a try.

 

As jy nog nie van Charles Bukowski gehoor het nie, dan is dit nog nie te laat nie,hehe. Sy poetry sal jou lewe verander.Oh, en die naam van my blog is natuurlik afkomstig van ‘n poem van hierdie vulgar maar eerlike man.

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“what?” they say, “you got a
computer?” 

it’s like I have sold out to
the enemy.

I had no idea so many
people were prejudiced
against
computers.

even two editors have
written me letters about
the computer.

one disparaged the
computer in a mild and
superior way.
the other seemed
genuinely
pissed.

I am aware that a
computer can’t create
a poem.
but neither can a
typewriter.

yet, still, once or
twice a week
I hear:
“what?
you have a
computer?
you?”

yes, I do
and I sit up here
almost every
night,
sometimes with
beer or
wine,
sometimes
without
and I work the
computer.
the damn thing
even corrects
my spelling.

and the poems
come flying
out,
better than
ever.

I have no
idea what causes
all this
computer
prejudice.

me?
I want to go
the next step
beyond the
computer.
I’m sure it’s
there.

and when I get
it,
they’ll say,
“hey, you hear,
Chinaski got a
space-biter!”

“what?”

“yes, it’s true!”

“I can’t believe
it!”

and I’ll also have
some beer or
some wine
or maybe nothing
at all
and I’ll be
85 years old
driving it home
to
you and me
and to the little girl
who lost her
sheep.
or her
computer.

Charles Bukowski

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