Hypergraphia Quotes

“She grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn't write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That's about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper

“Why did my publishing output skyrocket around 2019? Put your conspiracy theories aside, I’ll tell you why. When I started writing, I had a partner, I had plans to settle in Sofia with her. But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when she grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn’t write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That’s about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper

“I don't know how to write (Sonnet 1934)

The world deems me a poet, and I've
accepted the honor in grace and kind.
But the fact of the matter is that,
I literally don't know how to write.

Whatever I produce, write themselves,
I just lend my fingers to the keyboard.
Nothing supernatural, just my subconscious
does the writing, I sit back and let it flow.

The ancients called it autowriting,
kind of divine intervention in human life.
Had it not been for my childhood passion
for science, I too would've fallen to lies.

Thus I trust the divine writer within,
without coddling a superstitious narrative.
As a teen I often had visions of statements,
now it has exploded into everyday habit.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

“The world deems me a poet, but I don't know how to write. Whatever I produce, write themselves, as a teen I often had visions of statements, now it has exploded into everyday habit.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

“You keep asking, how do I write so immense - I keep asking, where's the off switch for this! Every time I decide to take a breather, ideas start pouring, so I keep typing restless.”
― Abhijit Naskar, With Love From A Blue Rock

“The Invisible Writer (Sonnet 2654)

When I unveil a new book cover, you'd naturally assume that I know what I'm gonna write, but let me tell you a secret, in strictest confidence -

I don't, I never have any clue what my next book is going to be about - by dropping the cover I just make an appointment, with some invisible force inside, and when the time comes, the book starts pouring on its own, all I do is take dictation.

You see, I hate writing from thought, I used to, the first two years, but then I got introduced to the actual writer within, who does not need outside sources, because outside sources, academic or religious, are too backward and downright shortsighted -

which is why, things written from thought are too dull for my taste, I may accept basic data, but never thought, not even my own - for the canon to be magical it has to be born of spontaneous combustion, verse by verse, manuscript by manuscript - otherwise it's not Naskar.”
― Abhijit Naskar, With Love From A Blue Rock

“I never have any clue what my next book is going to be about, when the time comes, the book starts pouring on its own, all I do is take dictation.”
― Abhijit Naskar, With Love From A Blue Rock

“I'm the center that the dervish whirls around, I'm the flame that syllables dance around - You think Naskar writes me, Naskar is an idiot, I'm beyond Naskar, beyond every single puny mortal brain, I'm the original sentience that occasionally seeks out fitting vessels, with a dominant tendency of expansion and a tinge of naivety, and makes them whirl at my whim, so that your little toddler species doesn't crawl back into jungle slime.”
― Abhijit Naskar, With Love From A Blue Rock

“Finite versus Infinite Naskar (Sonnet 2672)

Can I get my brain back now,
if you're done hijacking it!
"You're welcome to it, as if
it'll make any difference whatsoever,

you yourself have admitted that everything you write from thought is dull, that's why I took over in the first place!"

I admit, I said that, nevertheless, do not underestimate rational thought, it may not come up with magical lines and equations, but it does achieve a great deal with sheer devotion and tedious scrutiny.

Every potential transcendental idea still needs rational thought afterwards to be executed in the mortal world - alright, rational thought is nowhere near as radiant as what might be called divine inspiration, nevertheless, it has its irreplaceable place in society.

Besides, I let you take over because I'd already made my contributions to rationality like any other scientist during my first few years, that was when I didn't know you existed, I had read stories about you, but didn't actually think that you'd turn me into yet another flute, like you once did to my brother Jalal long time ago!”
― Abhijit Naskar, With Love From A Blue Rock