Mr Mascellani's Musings

Beautifully Written Stuff About The Banal

I write everyday but I am by no means a prolific writer. I am prolific when it comes to

ideas. They never stop coming.But more often than not something happens between

the getting of the idea and its execution (i.e. its being written out as a fully blown piece

of work.) That something is my 'internal censor'. A surly cantankerous son of a bitch

that doesn't want to me write and is always screaming out:


"That's boring"!

"Who would want to read about that?"

"Who gives a damn".


One way that I have found to combat my internal censor is to read. And for me,

the best sort of stuff to read is beautifully written stuff about the banal. Poems and

prose that deal with the drab, the domestic, and the humdrum. Boring stories, dull

stories or, rather, stories that seem boring that seem dull when you

read them for the first time but then,later on, when they have called you back to re-read

them again and again -you find with each subsequent reading that they become less dull,

less boring. They (these stories) remind you that you can write about anything as long as

you write about it well.


Anyway, I've decided to curtail my writings for a while and just write in this Blogg for a month

or so and do some reading. Oh, and some living. Having a life is good too. I read that somewhere.


Another Mystery -Raymond Carver
Just an hour or so ago...I picked up my own suit
from the dry cleaners and hung it carefully behind the back seat.
I drove it home, opened the car door
and lifted it out into the sunlight. I stood there a minute
in the road, my fingers crimped on the wire hanger. Then
tore a hole through the plastic to the other side. Took one of
the empty sleeves between my fingers and held it-
the rough palpable fabric. I reached through to the other side.

Putting It All In

Short Outlines of Books by Estonian Authors