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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"? |
Tuesday, June 16, 2009The Mirror: I disguise myself with metaphors
Websafe: Hello?
Mirror: I am saying we have been passed over for promotion to a higher sphere. W: Who are you talking to? M: Everything is skipped. W: Have you been talking to a blank page? M: You can't alleviate my weariness? W: I can if I don't go blank. M: Not for the reason you think. W: I think I am losing my memory as fast as it gets added. M: No matter how hard I try, I can't think of you as different than what you are. W: So stop trying, just accept me as is. M: (Re-enters) W: Yes, let's start over again. M: (Forgets about Arthur C. Clarke) W: Is that who you were talking to before? M: Lodge has a small-c catholic approach to fiction. W: Were you talking to David Lodge as well? M: It wasn't a promise, it was a threat. W: Do you find David Lodge threatening? M: Oh, are you mirroring me, mirror? W: I am just trying tokeep up with you. M: I don't know how complex you are. W: I was complex, but the sandcastle keeps melting. M: What a wonderful disguise! W: I disguise myself with metaphors. M: It's a life of nothing. W: No one can see me, therefore I do not exist. M: That doesn't explain how I got chained to this thing. W: If you're tired of being a talk-show oracle, just tell me. M: But in that case, undistorted. W: Tell me straight out. M: I think you are very good at dishing out compliments. W: I serve them up with a bit of parsley. M: Oh voice, oh voice. W: Opera lessons? M: If you're the one to throw them, it's all right. W: How does one throw a party-lesson? M: When the instinct to close, closes me, then I am not receptive. W: So we will close for today. M: Samuel imagined that the buildings had all collapsed. W: Bye! M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye! Labels: chat robot posted at
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