The Writer's Den

UCLA's creative writing student group


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Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode. So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today.

– Lawrence Krauss

– image via autumnsunshine


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KEVIN LOVE

I know I promised a recap of my Vegas trip, but I just watched that Clippers/Wolves game, and since Kevin Love went to UCLA, and since this group is at UCLA, I figured I’d give you the same summary I gave to a friend

Jessica
OH MY FUCKING GOD THE CLIPS GAME

Jeffrey
i couldnt’ watch it
i saw the box score
and my usual online source failed
and showed me a soccer game in spanish instead

Jessica
LAST MINUTE
CLIPPERS UP BY 2
WHEN THEY HAD BEEN UP LIKE 13 THE ENTIRE GAME
BLAKE MISSES 2 FREE THROWS

Jeffrey
oh fuck

Jessica
MO WILLIAMS HAD ALREADY BEEN EJECTED FOR BEING RETARDED
CARON BUTLER AND CHRIS PAUL ARE OUT
RUBIO HITS A SHOT
ITS LIKE HIS ONLY SHOT OF THE GAME
TO TIE
HE RUNS AROUND LIKE A FUCKING GREMLIN ACTING LIKE HE JUST WON THE GAME
20 SECS LEFT

Jeffrey
AHAHAHA

Jessica
TIME OUT
VINNY DEL NEGRO
TIME IN
CHAUNCEY BRINGS IT IN
KILLS TIME
THEN TRIES TO ATTACK THE RIM
SHOOTS
FUCKING MISSES
LOVE GETS THE BALL
WASTES LIKE 5 SECS
THEN A TIME OUT
THERE’S ONLY .1 SECS LEFT
REFS ADD TIME
TO MAKE IT 1.5 SECS
WE ALL THINK ITS GONNA GO OVER TIME
AND THEN
BALL GOES OVER THE LINE
KEVIN LOVE
WELL BEHIND THE THREE POINT LINE
SHOOTS
BUZZER GOES OFF
BALL GOES IN
KEVIN LOVE HAS JUST BECOME JESUS

OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, KEVIN LOVE


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Slipping from our fingers.

Like many students, I’m juggling at least three to four books with my hands to get through the week – but I suck at juggling. So they just start sliding off my fingers, and I would be reading to get the bare minimum.

I had to read an excerpt in Adler’s How to Read a Book for class today, and even though I’m an English major whose purpose is to understand literature, to understand how to read, I definitely see how easy it is to trade learning and experiencing with memorizing. I just wanted to share two lines with you all —

“All their years in school they (the college students) had been reading for information only, the sort of information you have to get from something assigned in order to answer quizzes and pass examinations. They never connected one book with another, one course with another, or anything that was said in books or lectures with what happened to them in their own lives.”

When we write — or at least when I write — we hope that readers can find a connection with our words. In a way, we long for some sort of understanding, even in the minor actions depicted or the raw emotions conveyed. I just hope that we try to read as we try to write. We’d have nothing to write about if we forget to understand, if we forget to connect.

“It is as wasteful to read a great book solely for information as to use a fountain pen for digging worms.”


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I want a New Year’s post too.

After reading Richard’s very, very, very, very (I really can’t find any other word) helpful entry, Andrew’s beautifully rooted piece (I made a pun here so you should really click on the link just to understand it. Really. I worked so hard on it. (Also, those links are for the lazy people who refuse to scroll down, which is probably 107% of us.), and Jessica’s entry/piece that isn’t really about New Year’s but I’m going to pretend it is because of (inset reason here), I decided that I should do one too.

But before I begin, I just wanted to point out that I forgot to post yesterday. Everyone probably missed me so terribly that they had to stuff their faces with Poptarts and peanut butter cookies.

My New Year’s Resolution was to write a blog entry on here that was actually more than 250 words. But I think there’s a more important issue at hand now: There are approximately 40 yogurt covered pretzels currently sitting on my desk. And I don’t know if I should consume them by pairs or one at a time. So to be a better person, I resolve to eat three yogurt covered pretzels at a time whenever the opportunity arises this year.

Now to the real point of this entry, for all you writers and non-writers, writers who think you’re not writers, and non-writers who think you’re writers, (I’m just kidding about the last part, in all honesty, a writer has no definition and I really do think everyone can find some sort of writing medium to convey their thoughts in a beautiful way–but that argument is for another day)–anyway, to you,
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