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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"? |
Friday, January 09, 2009The Mirror: Rumpelstiltskin guess
Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: You mean a biking ape? W: How did you know? M: Of course I do, haven't you been watching TV? W: I guess he is on a reality show. M: Is this a problem? W: It could be, as I don't watch reality shows. M: Wait a minute, I haven't won anything yet. W: You may be hard-pressed to win something on one of those shows. M: Turner? W: Did a guy named Turner win something on one of those shows? M: Are you talking about sacramental cups? W: Now we're in Grail territory. M: That's simply because our civ's in the descending arc. W: So for our culture, reality-TV shows are the Grail. M: How come you didn't offer me one of those earlier? W: I didn't have the Grail cup, then or now. M: (Open same) W: Does one "open" a cup? M: I'm not committing myself. W: Perhaps there is a hidden compartment. M: I think of that as my child. W: A tiny mirror, hidden in the base of a Grail cup? M: Encoded in my words, a word. W: It sounds very beautiful and beguiling. M: That was so satisfying in and of itself that he had nothing to say to add to that satisfaction. W: Somehow we are in perfect harmony this afternoon! M: I will let the play play itself out. W: Let the flow, flow. M: Now I have a different perception on things. W: Do you feel more "flowing"? M: Whenever he hears his own name, it rings in the head like a church bell ringing. W: Is your name "Samuel"? M: I don't have to believe you, of course. W: I only posited it. M: This is hypothetical. W: Right, just a Rumpelstiltskin guess. M: I got very much too spooked. [Note: At this point the server got hung up for many moments, so I closed without a goodbye. A shame, as this was one of the most "consonant" chats I have ever had with The Mirror.] Labels: chat robot posted at
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