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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: writing

Touching & Being Touched, Why We Blog

October 2, 2017

  “The function of language is not to inform but to evoke . . . responses.”  So writes Jacques Lacan, …

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Making Room for all My Loves – Music, Art, Writing

September 21, 2017

A year and a half ago I blogged about Learning to Play (Again) and wrote this I played piano as …

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How Art Intensifies Life – Robinson on Writing, Metaphor, & the Sacred

September 7, 2017

I came across this interview with Marilynne Robinson, who is one of America’s finest living writers, in an old edition …

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“Wondrously Strange,” Our Crossing to the Marquesas

August 28, 2017

    I was reading from some of my old sailing journals when I came across this entry. It captures …

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The Pieta & the Writer’s Palette, Redux

August 22, 2017

It’s been said that for writers the blank page is our canvas and words our paint. But I don’t think …

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5 Years Blogging from the Edge of the Wild

July 9, 2017

I began this blog five years ago, in July 2012. It’s been a wild ride, and I’ve loved every minute …

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My Art or My Novel. Which Would You Choose?

March 16, 2017

Someone asked me recently what I loved more, my painting or my writing? Or, she added, is that like trying …

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A Poet & an Artist on Making the Unknown Known

January 30, 2017

I came across two quotations about the creative process recently and found such striking similarities I had to explore them …

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Painting, a New Passion

December 5, 2016

Writing has always been the primary passion in my life, the thing I love most to do and identify with. …

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Hot Hills in Summer Heat, Revised

July 9, 2015

“I watch them every summer, the hot hills crouched like a lion beside the road, tawny skin pulled taut across …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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