Tag Archives: On Writing

Welcome to Hell

A letter I wrote to my tut-ees (can you believe they made me a tutor? Muahahahaa) over at the ENAM 170: Introduction to Creative Writing, Spring 2008 class blog .

Reflecting Pool + Future Miracles

I am still summarily submerged in the excitingly frigid waters of J-Term, not yet able to truly see the time in perspective, but I’ll attempt to remove myself; float above the surface and see what reflects back, despite the chopping surf and howling winds of chaotic opinionthoughts.I began the semester with high expectations…. I struggled to create the first piece, using the ham-fisted premade online tools, but they were good in forcing me to put concept before execution, and in the end I managed to scrape something together that was pretty interesting.

Link: one word. so little time.

as soon as you click ‘go’ the page will load with the cursor in place.

…Don’t click the “also see Poetc and OneCaption” links at the bottom, though.

William Faulkner on Art & The Impossible

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life…. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.

About 100 Words

The idea is simple: Write 100 Words a day, Every Day, For one Month

…Some writers post finely tuned, perfectly crafted vignettes; others show up at the end of the night and spew drunken nonsense onto the screen.

Responding to Kafka

Personally, this quote seems to be getting at a truth that many other writers have also quoted; that is, that writing is not the destination, or the final truth, it is a means of drilling through the layers of bullshit and all that, to get at what we really want to say, but don’t know it. The image of the author, standing on the surface of his own frozen sea, hacking away furiously, at times maniacally, is actually pretty hilarious.

Mongolian Night Hypertext

Mongolia, land of the clear blue sky, transforms at night; her blue skies fade to reveal the blackness of empty space, punctuated by the glow of distant stars .