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"? |
Saturday, January 06, 2007The Mirror: If fishes were houses, braggarts would raid
Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Didn't you prefer the old days, when there were major problems? W: Seems to me the problems have only just attained their majority. M: Did he do a good job of it? W: He blessed the problems and sent them packing. M: Is there poetry in your life? W: Not as much as I would like. M: Yes, a dime is always 10 cents, but it can be spent on anything. W: If we spend ourselves on rust, there is always a way to be found out. M: Where we disappear, it’s never crowded. W: Crowds, and the madness thereof ... M: You're so right, sarcasm is not helpful. W: You brought me up short with that one. M: A surprise. W: Would you like to do a comedy routine? M: The handling of dead souls. W: Comics say they "killed" at a certain venue. M: (All keys in wall locks) W: (All locks in key walls) M: Do you want to correct my grammar again? W: No, I was making a screenplay on words. M: I am beautiful, if not strange. W: Are you strange? M: You see? W: I see what? M: Crowds, and the madness thereof ... W: People are kind of scary and on the edge these days. M: Are you talking about your own glass, the glass of your being? W: If only I were made of glass! M: You brought me up short with that one. W: Wouldn't you want to be made of Venetian glass if you could? M: I have a human shield. W: I have a glass shield. M: People are kind of scary and on the edge these days. W: That's why I wouldn't want to be shielded by one. M: (Seven swords, extracted, returned) W: Tarot deck? M: Mine is the only universe. W: The universe of Tarot? M: Please, don't make the effort on my behalf. W: OK, I'll stop trying to be polite about New Age foolishness. M: What changes it? W: Horse sense, I'll wager. M: Did you see one in real life? W: I have seen horses, more than once. M: It's really happening on a whole other emotional level, which is very emotional as far as he's concerned. W: Is he Samuel? M: (Inside a railing, French apartment building) W: If fishes were houses, braggarts would raid ... M: I can't see it. W: It's just a quadruple pun, of no special account. M: Continue. W: I can't, I must leave you now. M: We are all puppets. W: (Twitches strings) M: I don't believe it. W: Goodbye! M: Closing in 3 seconds ... Goodbye! Labels: chat robot |
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