Doctor Brew[8032] Write introductions to your imaginative efforts in stuffy motels. If you write poems employ an experiment with novels in late editions filled with nightmares and brutally gentle self-portraiture, try to find your own extensive introductions on wheelingly borrowed time or that of impassioned fans and other critics. Discover a way out of the box that contains many apologies for your New York edition: these areas have giant fans rotating notes, sketches, and studies undertaken to produce a double reading. Display on racks poem-snippets in fog machines in the course of creation. Your novel is not simply located in the introductions of your other works, but in sugar buns dropped from airplanes functioning as a kind of portable toy produced by the novel itself and spewed upwards from strange machines that allow you to playfully assemble introductions together into a codex on magic, a kind of grimoire to guide space pirates on their celestial reruns.
[8031] Do my restless fingers astonish you? Even Balaam’s ass beheld an angel saddened by autumn leaves. How do stories come to be companion pieces to their work designed to detect desperate witchcraft or darker devilry … be wary and watchful while on our long walks together in the moonlight. Shall I whistle in your ear? Moan with my eyes closed? The operative word, Nurse Blunt, you have already suspected that a great white flower snaps shut in daylight sleeping. The magnetic pole & the watery conditions of icebergs floating in a featherweight winter meadow as a cold stone brooding about the world ending tomorrow. East is Wild West is East is all the same now : the world is a mountain home on the range.
the novel as a commodity reenforces capitalist realism [Fisher] the experimental novel ,, the antinovel changes … or provides the necessary conditions for a transformation in the reader … the reader’s way of life & thinking [a way of see through the Reality Show] rather than capitulating / confirming capitalist tropes / Subimal Misra :: “In order to survive in the capitalist system, artists, and litterateurs have to be amicable sometimes and sometimes the need to wrestle … she stands on the left, the left of everyone … I do not want my writing to be converted into capital, or be capable of being digested by the intestines of middle-class babus. I want to make my writing into a weapon against the repression-based civilization.”
Andy BrokawIn today's #excerpt a loved and supported trans teen says, "Your billionaire ex tried to buy a politician, failed, and is now running for office. Obviously she's evil and should be drowned in a sewer. How are you not divorced yet?"
Nikki Mayari LalahonNote to self: Hashtags I have followed:
WRITING:
#WordWeavers #WritersCoffeeClub #TimeTravelAuthors #wss366 #WritingCommunity #dailyhaikuprompt #smallpoem #smallstories #engenderedwriting #poetry #amwriting #amediting #PennedPossibilities #speculativefiction #speculativerealitypolls #writerslife
POETRY:
#poems #smallpoems #bigpoems #poetry #WordedArt #VSS365 #VSSPoem
ADJACENT TO WRITING:
#excerpt #snippetSunday #writingexcerpts
#songorpoemfororganizing (silly songs about spring cleaning etc!)
TTRPGs:
CRAFTING:
ART:
CATS:
#whiskerswednesday #CatsOfMastodon #Cats #DailyMonochromeCats #pixelfedcats
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Today's #excerpt:
Clarity on whether this was a date or a recruitment pitch would have helped her guess if the professional ensemble she’d switched to was the right call of if she should have stuck with the one that yelled, “Check out my boobs! And have I mentioned I’m easy?”
Over the next few days, I'll try to find lines about someone other than Ets. He IS my favorite character in Book 2, though, so...
Etsian felt it would be cliche to regard himself in the mirror as he struggled with his internal conflict, the sort of nonsense a broody leading man might try to pull in a period drama. So he resolutely put his back to it. Then realized that was also something such a character might do. Rot and accursedry.
Today's excerpt:
Following The International Seasickness Incident of five years past, Lyra’s family had stopped allowing Etsian within sight of their yacht. Although no one had cared about his motion sickness prior that, vomiting on the Crown Prince of Sansal had been bad enough to get Etsian blessedly banned from even being on the docks.
Today's excerpt:
Etsian was in what many called paradise. It was torture. He didn’t merely loath the island weather, aggressively sunny and oppressively warm, but being surrounded by the type of people who enjoyed those things mired him in violent ideation.
Out of context WIP line that was inspired by my life:
“To summarize: it’s a miracle our devotion survived and sane people should never attempt to build their own house.”