It is important to be able to lie at the desk – with your back to the window (this is the study by Theodor Heuss).
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A déformation professionnelle is a property brought about by a profession, which is due to the frequent repetition of an activity. This term describes the tendency to use the technical expertise beyond its scope. Examples of a déformation professionnelle are teachers who also lecture and correct privately, a police officer who also sees law crushers anywhere, or a musician who can no longer listen to music with pleasure Because she can’t help but analyze them professionally. Actual déformations professionnelles can also be recorded: the so -called “violinist” inner stain, which is almost like a smooch.
A smooch is a better accessory than the scarf that could cover it. He is also suitable for a visit to the Philharmonie or in the opera – the feeling of light voyeurism triggering, he remains a real eye -catcher for centuries, always in fashion.
Fun and responsibility
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Olga Hohmann does not understand what work is and tries to find out every day. Sitting in her Ortlos Office, she explores her biography and enjoys her own neuroses. All texts on Dasnd.de/hohmann.
I am really addicted to take notes. It’s a real problem. I stop, pause, in the middle of the road, just to write down something. It is not uncommon for me to almost be hit by a car. When I forget a thought, I’m in a bad mood all day. Sometimes the next one. Often the thoughts come in late night, half asleep. I get up several times at night and take notes and prevent myself from falling asleep. They always seem essential to me. I can’t always decipher her the next morning.
A friend insists that I stop taking notes from the things she says. I understand why she wishes that, at the same time it has been difficult for me to spend time with her. By writing you, making you a protagonist, I take the immediacy, intimacy. I make her a persona instead of letting her be a person. A performative technique of distancing, I keep a safety distance. Now I have made one last note – which even followed this publication: by her as the one who does not want to be named.
Writing is exercise of power: you keep, you fight, at least the sovereignty is about your own narrative-a consolation mechanism as well as a curse that is carried out against yourself. This mainly helps when it comes to sad stories that you then use, write.
The whole thing can get manic features: In the note function of my iPhone there are almost 1000 titles for novels or short stories that I will probably never write. A constant, constantly growing visualization of one’s own finiteness. I assume that texts that act from writing have to be incredibly boring. Again and again I notice: it is the most emotional of all.
Recently, I’ve been trying to work at the desk and no longer in bed. I rarely succeed. One says: Napoleon has already ruled from the bed. And Truman Capote also said about himself: »I on a complete horizontal author. I Can’t Think Unless I’m Lying Down, Either in Bed Or Stretched on a Couch and with a cigarette and coffee cell phone. «Edith Wharton is said to have worked exclusively in bed, with her lap dog under the arm and the typewriter on the Lap. Marcel Proust wrote in bed at night – in which he then slept during the day and shielded himself from the street noises of Paris through barricaded windows.
I myself only write with my back to the window – the horizon irritates me. The more limited the stimuli, the better. I try to keep the room as empty as possible, because I assume that the presence of each individual object will have an impact on the text.