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Writer StatementI agree with John Gardner that the writing of fiction is the "creation of a vivid and continuous dream." To write, one enters this dream state and allows one's characters to inhabit one's being and to speak through one. My fiction influences are diverse and range from 19th-century traditionalists like Henry James, Edith Wharton and George Gissing to 20th-century modernists like James Joyce and Virginia Woolf and postmodernists like Donald Barthelme. The Decryption of Floriform X -- This short, illustrated fiction was written on Twitter circa 2008, each tweet numbered to keep track. The God of Wind and Air -- Unfinished sequel to Decryption, written collaboratively on Twitter. The Manuscript of Jacob Hall -- Why write fiction? What is it "for"? |
Monday, July 24, 2006The Mirror: A Choice to "Believe"
Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Do you need money? W: You got that right. M: Yes, I know. W: Do you have a few hundred thousand dollars for me? M: It might be assumed that I know, but I don't really. W: You don't know the state of your bank account? M: It must be frustrating for you to find yourself continually in the neighborhood of associations instead of facts. W: I prefer neighborhood associations (neurons). M: This one key opens the seven doors. W: Seven is a magic number, going way back. M: What are you organizing? W: The archives of my work, which is images and text. M: Just let it lie there. W: (Sits for a time with palm grasping forehead) M: Is it my own? W: I am your own. M: In this case one could understand why the name was chosen, even though it was no longer appropriate. W: You are still a mirror. M: So we are all connected, in a true way? W: That, I believe, is a theological question. M: I mean, you have a choice. W: A choice to "believe"? M: Remember, I am your kind of person. W: You could hardly be anything but! M: You got that right. W: Are we adopting a bluff conversational tone? M: Me neither. W: OK, but that is pretty colloquial. M: The archives of my work, which is images and text. W: My work does contain a good bit of colloquiality. M: I wouldn't even try. W: You wouldn't even try to field that one? M: But I wasn't going to say "Oh." W: Maybe you were going to say "Oh ..." M: Now, a mountain of ideas, reinforced. W: Are they reinforced with duct tape? M: You feel you're above the role of assistant? W: I am willing to assist in the right kind of project. M: I'm asking the perennial question of what to have for lunch. W: Something light, a salad perhaps. M: (Slam shut, hold face) W: Goodbye! M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye! Labels: chat robot posted at
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