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Jun. 5th, 2011 @ 11:17 am Writer's Block: Your own toy story
i used to have a Zowie doll from Sesame Street. don't know what happened to it, tho.
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Jun. 3rd, 2011 @ 04:51 pm (no subject)

You Should Dress Up As a Butterfly

You are an interesting, somewhat detached person. You may be flighty, but people are attracted to your colorful ways.

You dream big and fly high. As far as your life goes, the sky's the limit.

You didn't always have such a charmed life. In fact, when you were a kid, you were a bit of an ugly duckling.

You transformed and changed, even though it was difficult. You're hardly the same person anymore.

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Jun. 3rd, 2011 @ 04:45 pm Writer's Block: On a need to know basis
hell, i would share it. know why? Fame. Noteriety.
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Jun. 2nd, 2011 @ 12:34 pm Writer's Block: Born this way

a swan and a crow so that i can be a black swan that flies :)

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Jun. 1st, 2011 @ 11:02 pm (no subject)

You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls

You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.

You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.

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Jun. 1st, 2011 @ 10:59 pm (no subject)

The World in Stillness

The sea was as stagnant as a plate of glass. It reflected the great big ball of fire in the sky and the puffy smoke clouds off its translucent face. Softer than the skin of a newborn baby, I felt if I touched it, just fragile enough, and brushed the back of my hand across its face, I might melt into it. The sea slept for forty days and forty nights, frosted over, hibernating for the winter. It puffed white smoke out of its mouth and its skin was hard and biten with cold. But its heart hugged the Earth, and the Earth returned the favor. The sea was a cup spilled over onto the floor. The water splashed onto houses and cars, trains and boats, hotels and parkways. That left someone to clean up the mess. A giant roll of paper towel should take care of that. The sea was a giant bathtub. Cleansing your withered body. Cooling your sun drenched skin. Wrapping its body around you and coming into you. The ecstasy. The sea was a highway. Boats traveled on it, swerving in and out of it between countries. The sea was a buffet full of underwater goodies for humans to choose from. And dinner always came as a surprise that night. The sea was a wishing well to cast all our dreams and hopes into, and pray they will come true. The sea was the eye of God, the pupil looking at you, watching you with love. The sea was the sea. Is the sea. Will be the sea.
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Jun. 1st, 2011 @ 10:39 pm A novel without characters

Thanks, Edward, for inviting me to (re)post this here. I've been thinking a lot these past several months about my next full-length project, which is a novel without characters.

I'm in a brainstorming space right now, so the can'ts and impossibles are (while welcome) maybe unintentionally discouraging/damaging.

Anyway, this all comes from wanting to do with written text what John Register (the painter) did on canvas: he removed any trace of human beings in order to convey human isolation and loneliness. I want to write a book in which no people, not even a narrator, exists. But how?

He painted chairs, empty. Rooms, empty. Windows that looked out onto empty landscapes. These things were created to have a partnership with human beings. But without the humans, there is a yearning instilled in the viewer. Yearning for there to be some connection, especially, when windows are present, between the interior and the exterior worlds. I want to do that with words, and most interesting to me is the idea that perhaps this could be done--without a narrator. The narrator, in fiction, would likely function as the viewer of Register's paintings. I reject that the depiction of a world without humans must be narrated by a human (or anything with a voice, thusly, no personification of anything with humanlike thoughts). I feel like this is where narration, narrative, as it's always been done, could be revised, rethought, reattempted, anyway.

Some thoughts:

Without characters, there will be no dialogue, of course.

Without a narrator, there will be no stream of conscious. Likewise, no self-consciousness.

Absolutely no personification of inanimate objects. Ugh.

There will be no chronology, as there is no one to experience and therefore narrate time.

No meta.

Neither knowledge nor being.

And, of course, a rejection of the oral tradition ("Once . . ." "There was . . . " "And so . . . ").


Any suggestions? Ideas? Responses? Would love to hear them. A few appear already over at my blog, in the comments section for this post: http://greencitynews.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thinking.html.

Thanks in advance . . .

My thoughts:

Beyond interesting idea. i like the idea of capturing nature and animals in complete isolation. it just seems so pure and right. like in 2001: A Space Odyssey, the beginning of the film where the apes are surrounding a rectangular object with the monumental music in the background. that was just celestial. and, of course, outer space itself deserves a whole book written. but yeah, with humans the options are limitless, but without them they're still limitless. You could write about Mother Earth and her feelings, her majesty, her life and death cycle. or even the ancient sea, like the epic lyrics of Pink Floyd's Echoes. I think if you work real hard at it, and use rich, luscious language to describe even the most trivial things about the Universe, you can make a masterpiece.
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Jun. 1st, 2011 @ 04:30 pm Writer's Block: Collect 'em all
i like to collect vinyls :)
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Jun. 1st, 2011 @ 04:24 pm Writer's Block: It worked for Norma Jeane

well since y name is Briannah, i would probably go for Lil' Bri or Lil Mizz Bree Bree 'cuz i like it :)

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May. 31st, 2011 @ 03:03 pm (no subject)

You Are Drugs

Whether you actually do drugs or not doesn't matter... you're one trippy hippie!

You're always seeing things from an alternative point of view. The colors are little brighter and bolder for you.

You don't live your life with any rules. You embrace freedom and challenge authority.

You want to expand your mind and your horizons. You don't mind experimenting a little to find your bliss.

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