November 6th, 2009 / 11:36 pm
Snippets

I’ve taken to writing blindfolded, rolling my head around.  Speaking gibberish, sounding out vowels and mashes of consonants.  All of this, by the way, for a novel (maybe).  Disclosing some history: I wrote my last one, my first first one–as my true first novel is 50,000 words of cliches and will forever live inside a box neath my pillow & bed–in 72 hours, first draft, sleeping six hours total.  I feel like the fugue created by my body struggling to maintain helped me be something really desperate, which fit what was happening in the narrative.  Roundabout way of asking: You perform your writing?  I like to.  Yell at me some, please.

p.s. no sleep is midas touch

p.p.s. The Pirahã people have no history, no descriptive words and no subordinate clauses.

16 Comments

  1. reynard
  2. reynard
  3. Charles Dodd White

      jesus, I feel like my psyche was just raped.

  4. Charles Dodd White

      jesus, I feel like my psyche was just raped.

  5. Ken Baumann

      haaaate

  6. Ken Baumann

      haaaate

  7. Ani Smith

      You ever worry that you are so full of shit it would take a whole lifetime to get rid of?

  8. Ani Smith

      You ever worry that you are so full of shit it would take a whole lifetime to get rid of?

  9. Jesse Hudson

      I guess the only way I “perform” my writing is by totally getting into the mind of the person who can actually support the points of view I’m describing in my writing. Kinda like a Colbert effect, I guess. When I’m writing I’m a totally ruthless, amoral fiend, haha.

  10. Jesse Hudson

      I guess the only way I “perform” my writing is by totally getting into the mind of the person who can actually support the points of view I’m describing in my writing. Kinda like a Colbert effect, I guess. When I’m writing I’m a totally ruthless, amoral fiend, haha.

  11. reynard
  12. reynard
  13. mimi

      Those vids posted by reynard = the horrors made sterile and frenetic.
      Joel-Peter Witkins photos = the horrors made cool gray, composed and beautiful.
      “…the fugue created by my body struggling to maintain helped me be something…”
      We all deal with the horrors, be they real, imagined, or induced, mild, medium or extra spicy. Many different ways, many different media, many different outlets.
      Temporary catharsis, however, because the horrors never disappear, never end.

      There is no courage without fear. There is no beauty without the horrors.

  14. mimi

      Those vids posted by reynard = the horrors made sterile and frenetic.
      Joel-Peter Witkins photos = the horrors made cool gray, composed and beautiful.
      “…the fugue created by my body struggling to maintain helped me be something…”
      We all deal with the horrors, be they real, imagined, or induced, mild, medium or extra spicy. Many different ways, many different media, many different outlets.
      Temporary catharsis, however, because the horrors never disappear, never end.

      There is no courage without fear. There is no beauty without the horrors.

  15. reynard

      word.

      i like how the dude’s face and the guy who looks like one of the martians from ‘mars attacks’ melt together, and how the kid stabs the melted face guy in the forehead with an ice pick or whtvr, and how that makes me want to say ‘tubular,’ and then i think what that word means, like, the etymology of that word and its metaphorical bearing on my world view, that we are in a wave which is closing all around us, and we can just barely see the sky at the end, and we can just barely see the corral beneath our board, and the water is rushing all around us, and we’re totally gonna be thrashed in just a second, but we think: this is fun

  16. reynard

      word.

      i like how the dude’s face and the guy who looks like one of the martians from ‘mars attacks’ melt together, and how the kid stabs the melted face guy in the forehead with an ice pick or whtvr, and how that makes me want to say ‘tubular,’ and then i think what that word means, like, the etymology of that word and its metaphorical bearing on my world view, that we are in a wave which is closing all around us, and we can just barely see the sky at the end, and we can just barely see the corral beneath our board, and the water is rushing all around us, and we’re totally gonna be thrashed in just a second, but we think: this is fun