Tuesday, July 14, 2009

How do you know?

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that it is poetry. If i feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that it is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
Emily Dickinson



Thursday, July 9, 2009

Head like Cotton

Ugh.  Hungry.  Can't focus.  Perhaps we should start with some Tab Closing.

You know how dreaming is just your brain revisiting all the crap you experienced during the day?  I think my writing is a way of revisiting all the things I've read.  I say this because whenever I'm trying to write something, that is -willing- myself to write, I end up reading voraciously, and then something comes out.  Not always something great, mind you.  But its something.

I'm in love with short stories.  I don't think that'll ever change.  Something in my mind tells me that novels are superior.  it might be the same thing that tells me I have to stay in a job that makes me miserable.  Short story collections don't usually sell as well as novels, but they're more worthy of celebration, I think.  Apparently the people at Harper Perennial agree.  Fifty-Two Stories » with Cal Morgan is their own celebration of the short story.  Of course, celebrations are meant to be shared experiences, so they're sharing them with us, one story a week.  They've got 27 so far, so you and I can play catch up.

But i am too easily distracted.

I also ought to focus on just one thing, rather than the entire guise of writing.  For a while I've wanted to do some sort of Belizean fantasy fiction.  We've got a plethora of old folklore here that deserves to be kept alive, as well as plenty of space for new ones.  I feel like its a bit risky though.  With so many cultures I'm almost sure to step on somebody's toes.  But its worth a shot.  Some collaboration would be great too.  Its been a while since I've been in contact with anyone from B.W.A.P.S..  The fact that the 'Short Stories' section on their website is completely blank isn't very comforting though.  I'm too busy pushing myself, and failing, to push anyone else.

Read Write Poem  is great for poetry prompts, I think, and just the thing for this odd writer's block that I feel coming on.  But again, I'm all poem'd out.  How about some Short Story Prompts?  I've bookmarked it, but don't think I'll be coming back to this one today.

I don't know why I even have PEN American Center open in a tab. to be completely honest.  Just more evidence of how fractured my thinking is right now.

That's about it for now.




Monday, July 6, 2009

Getting myself in the Writing mood



In its propper context (as above) this is what i really want.  The words, the writing, that's for me.  What I want for the audience is the power invoked by it.  Power that can stop an army in its tracks, leave them stupefied.  Power, like Orpheus, to make even the furies weep.

I can't remember any of my performances.  I've begun thinking I'm not the one performing.  I'm being ridden, like a vodunista or saint.  Talent is a blessing, yes.  Because in those moments God lets me call him 'Me'.

Lets go to church.


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