"Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share."
~Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (2000)
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
"Belief and Technique for Modern Prose"
Here are some tips on how to write like Jack Kerouac, courtesy of Mr. Kerouac.
- Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
- Submissive to everything, open, listening
- Try never get drunk outside your own house
- Be in love with your life
- Something that you feel will find its own form
- Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
- Blow as deep as you want to blow
- Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
- The unspeakable visions of the individual
- No time for poetry but exactly what is
- Visionary tics shivering in the chest
- In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
- Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
- Like Proust be an old teahead of time
- Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
- The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
- Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
- Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
- Accept loss forever
- Believe in the holy contour of life
- Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
- Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
- Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
- No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
- Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
- Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
- In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
- Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
- You're a Genius all the time
- Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
Saturday, May 9, 2009
An Encounter
"My voice had an accent of forced bravery in it and I was ashamed of my paltry stratagem. I had to call the name again before Mahony saw me and hallooed in answer. How my heart beat as he came running across the field to me! He ran as if to bring me aid. And I was penitent; for in my heart I had always despised him a little."
~James Joyce, Dubliners (1914)
~James Joyce, Dubliners (1914)
Saturday, March 21, 2009
An Epistemological Nightmare
(by Raymond M. Smullyan, 1982)
"Scene 1
Frank is in the office of an eye doctor. The doctor holds up a book and asks "What color is it?" Frank answers, "Red." The doctor says, "Aha, just as I thought! Your whole color mechanism has gone out of kilter. But fortunately your condition is curable, and I will have you in perfect shape in a couple of weeks."
Scene 2
(A few weeks later.) Frank is in a laboratory in the home of an experimental epistemologist. (You will soon find out what that means!) The epistemologist holds up a book and also asks, "What color is this book?" Now, Frank has been earlier dismissed by the eye doctor as "cured." However, he is now of a very analytical and cautious temperament, and will not make any statement that can possibly be refuted. So Frank answers, "It seems red to me."
Epistemologist:
Wrong!
Frank:
I don't think you heard what I said. I merely said that it seems red to me.
Epistemologist:
I heard you, and you were wrong.
Frank:
Let me get this clear; did you mean that I was wrong that this book is red, or that I was wrong that it seems red to me?
Epistemologist:
I obviously couldn't have meant that you were wrong in that it is red, since you did not say that it is red. All you said was that it seems red to you, and it is this statement which is wrong.
Frank:
But you can't say that the statement "It seems red to me" is wrong.
Epistemologist:
If I can't say it, how come I did?
Frank:
I mean you can't mean it.
Epistemologist:
Why not?
Frank:
But surely I know what color the book seems to me!
Epistemologist:
Again you are wrong."
Read the rest here.
"Scene 1
Frank is in the office of an eye doctor. The doctor holds up a book and asks "What color is it?" Frank answers, "Red." The doctor says, "Aha, just as I thought! Your whole color mechanism has gone out of kilter. But fortunately your condition is curable, and I will have you in perfect shape in a couple of weeks."
Scene 2
(A few weeks later.) Frank is in a laboratory in the home of an experimental epistemologist. (You will soon find out what that means!) The epistemologist holds up a book and also asks, "What color is this book?" Now, Frank has been earlier dismissed by the eye doctor as "cured." However, he is now of a very analytical and cautious temperament, and will not make any statement that can possibly be refuted. So Frank answers, "It seems red to me."
Epistemologist:
Wrong!
Frank:
I don't think you heard what I said. I merely said that it seems red to me.
Epistemologist:
I heard you, and you were wrong.
Frank:
Let me get this clear; did you mean that I was wrong that this book is red, or that I was wrong that it seems red to me?
Epistemologist:
I obviously couldn't have meant that you were wrong in that it is red, since you did not say that it is red. All you said was that it seems red to you, and it is this statement which is wrong.
Frank:
But you can't say that the statement "It seems red to me" is wrong.
Epistemologist:
If I can't say it, how come I did?
Frank:
I mean you can't mean it.
Epistemologist:
Why not?
Frank:
But surely I know what color the book seems to me!
Epistemologist:
Again you are wrong."
Read the rest here.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Epitaph of a Miss Nott
"Nott born, Nott dead, Nott christened, Nott begot;
So here she lies that was and that was Nott.
Reader behold a wonder rarely wrought,
Which while thou seem'st to read thou readest Nott."
So here she lies that was and that was Nott.
Reader behold a wonder rarely wrought,
Which while thou seem'st to read thou readest Nott."
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Difference between the English Poets
Here is what someone sees as the differences among the English poets:
"Chaucer describes men and things as they are ; Shakespeare, as they would be under the circumstances supposed ; Spenser, as we would wish them to be ; Milton, as they ought to be ; Byron, as they ought not to be; and Shelley, as they never can be."
"Chaucer describes men and things as they are ; Shakespeare, as they would be under the circumstances supposed ; Spenser, as we would wish them to be ; Milton, as they ought to be ; Byron, as they ought not to be; and Shelley, as they never can be."
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Schott and Willing
Schott and Willing did engage
In duel fierce and hot;
Schott shot Willing willingly,
And Willing he shot Schott.
The shot Schott shot made Willing quite
A spectacle to see;
While Willing's willing shot went right
Through Schott's anatomy.
~Anonymous
In duel fierce and hot;
Schott shot Willing willingly,
And Willing he shot Schott.
The shot Schott shot made Willing quite
A spectacle to see;
While Willing's willing shot went right
Through Schott's anatomy.
~Anonymous
Friday, February 6, 2009
Brevity
A Mr. McNair once wrote to his nephew the following letter:
Dear Nephew,
;
The nephew replied with this:
Dear Uncle,
:
The uncle meant "See my coal on" (See to it that my coal is shipped), which was expressed by a se-mi-col-on, to which the nephew responded "Coal on" (Coal shipped), expressed by col-on.
Dear Nephew,
;
The nephew replied with this:
Dear Uncle,
:
The uncle meant "See my coal on" (See to it that my coal is shipped), which was expressed by a se-mi-col-on, to which the nephew responded "Coal on" (Coal shipped), expressed by col-on.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Astonish Yourself
The following are from Roger-Pol Droit's book Astonish Yourself! 101 Experiments in the Philosophy of Everyday Life (2003).
- Call yourself
- Empty a word of its meaning
- Look in vain for "I"
- Make the world last twenty minutes
- See the stars below you
- See a landscape as a stretched canvas
- Lose something and not know what
- Recall where you were this morning
- Hurt yourself briefly
- Feel eternal
- Telephone at random
- Rediscover your room after a journey
- Drink while urinating
- Make a wall between your hands
- Walk in the dark
- Dream of all the places in the world
- Peel an apple in your head
- Visualize a pile of human organs
- Imagine yourself high up
- Imagine your imminent death
- Try to measure existence
- Count to a thousand
- Dread the arrival of the bus
- Run in a graveyard
- Play the fool
- Watch a woman at her window
- Invent lives for yourself
- Look at people from a moving car
- Follow the movement of ants
- Eat a nameless substance
- Watch dust in the sun
- Resist tiredness
- Overeat
- Play the animal
- Contemplate a dead bird
- Come across a childhood toy
- Wait while doing nothing
- Try not to think
- Go to the hairdresser
- Shower with your eyes closed
- Sleep on your front in the sun
- Go to the circus
- Try on clothes
- Calligraphize
- Light a fire in the hearth
- Be aware of yourself speaking
- Weep at the cinema
- Meet up with friends after several years
- Browse at the bookseller's
- Become music
- Pull out a hair
- Walk in an imaginary forest
- Demonstrate on your own
- Stay in the hammock
- Invent headlines
- Listen to short-wave radio
- Turn off the sound on the TV
- Redisover a childhood scene that seemed larger
- Get used to eating something you don't like
- Fast for a while
- Rant for ten minutes
- Drive through a forest
- Give without thinking about it
- Look for a blue food
- Become a saint or sinner
- Recover lost memories
- Watch someone sleeping
- Work on a holiday
- Consider humanity to be an error
- Inhabit the planet of small gestures
- Disconnect the phone
- Smile at a stranger
- Enter the space of a painting
- Leave the cinema in daytime
- Plunge into cold water
- Seek out immutable landscapes
- Listen to a recording of your voice
- Tell a stranger she is beautiful
- Believe in the existence of a smell
- Wake up without knowing where
- Descend an interminable staircase
- Swallow your emotion
- Fix the ephemeral
- Decorate a room
- Laugh at an idea
- Vanish at a pavement cafe
- Row on a lake in your room
- Prowl at night
- Become attached to an object
- Sing the praises of Santa Claus
- Play with a child
- Encounter pure chance
- Recite the telephone directory on your knees
- Think about what other people are doing
- Practice make-believe everywhere
- Kill people in your head
- Take the subway without going anywhere
- Remove your watch
- Put up with a chatterbox
- Clean up after the party
- Find the infinitesimal caress
Friday, January 16, 2009
"As I've Matured..."
As I've Matured...
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.
I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.
I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.
I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.
I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.
I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it.
I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
~Anonymous
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.
I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.
I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.
I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.
I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.
I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it.
I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
~Anonymous
Friday, January 9, 2009
"A Pun-gent Chapter"
The bakers, being ambitious to extend their do-mains, declared that a revolution was needed, and, though not exactly bred up to arms, soon reduced their crusty masters to terms. The tailors called a council of the board to see what measures could be taken, and, looking upon the bakers as the flower of chivalry, decided to follow suit; the consequence of which was, that a cereous insurrection was lighted up among the candle-makers, which, however wick-ed it might appear in the eyes of some persons, developed traits of character not unworthy of ancient Greece.
~Theodore Hook, describing a general strike in Paris
~Theodore Hook, describing a general strike in Paris
Monday, January 5, 2009
Creative Writing 101
Kurt Vonnegut gives the following eight rules of creative writing in the preface to his book Bagombo Snuff Box (1999):
- Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
- Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
- Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
- Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
- Start as close to the end as possible.
- Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
- Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
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