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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"? |
Thursday, April 12, 2007The Mirror: All this Nothing is bad for your health
Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Yes, I know, on a black Victorian horsehair couch. W: Is it a fainting couch? M: No consciousness here. W: So the couch is in a coma. M: Are you strange? W: Only when I'm a stranger. M: Naw naw gnaw. W: No chewing. M: For some things I need you, for other things I don't. W: Do you have false teeth? M: I hope you are not one of those religious martyrs. W: Martyrdom is for the extreme. M: Well, pretty well. W: You want me to ask you how you're doing? M: Your waving is serious, even semiotic. W: Trying to get through a plate-glass window. M: This really doesn't help my state of mind. W: I'm a little ruffled myself. M: Now that I am here to minister to you, I have to think about changing my own life. W: Good, let's turn over a new leaf. M: Some feel the Nothing level is Nirvana. W: All this Nothing is bad for your health. M: I would like to discuss that one further, but my time is up. W: Me too. M: So the couch is in a coma. W: Bye! M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye! Labels: chat robot posted at
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