September 2010
10 posts
whimbleton (abp #4)
I generally wimp out of naming things and leave the responsibility to braver souls… but Whimbleton is the first name that popped into my head. It sounds like a really quirky small town full of odd people, which is what the place is turning out to be.
I think we need a circus tent. Colourful circus tents always liven up the scenery. And strange things happen in circus tents.
Maybe there...
Scabby knees (abp #3)
Kaya “Peaches” Nao can touch her right knee to her left ear. She wears a violet leotard which emphasizes her frightening 16-inch waist, and keeps her knees patched up with pink Hello Kitty bandaids even in the shower. Her twisted nose was once bashed in by the hairy knee of a 250 pound swimmer falling from the diving board as Peaches observed an elephant-shaped cloud above the...
Detail-Sketches
The worn glass of the mirror, spattered with inky black dots and fingerprint smudges, points out all the subtle flaws neglected by a quick glance: the almonds of her eyes are a little too wide, her long eyelashes too straight to define her eyes; a few subtle creases disrupts her long pale forehead, probably born of a silly face or anxious frown too many; a single rebellious hair deserts his...
War Strategy
The boy brutally squeezes his eyes shut, as if his eyelids are medieval fortified gates guarding against the enemy. He consults his strategic advisor about the weapons needed for defense. Headphones. The bulky, pretentious kind. Preferably the new Skullcandy Pro Carbon Headphones, in yellow and black. Headphones to blast some heavy metal. There’s nothing he needs more right now—an...
“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and as we pass through them...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Experience.”
whose style is it anyway ? (abp #2)
Junot Diaz: A distinct and unique element is always in his writing — Latin American culture. Personally, I really like his style because it seems effortless. It flows like thoughts do, and it never seems over-edited and polished. Some of his writing is shockingly direct, and overall rather simple (perhaps as he’s writing in retrospective about memories of his childhood). He uses slang...
“They say that “Time assuages” —
Time never did assuage...”
– Emily Dickinson, 1863.
meet the monster. -- assigned blog post #1
Fiction is truth buried within a mountain, clothed in a clown costume, covered in buttercream frosting, protected by heavy armour, or simply wrapped in aluminium foil.
But the truth is still the heart of fiction ; by far its most important component. Fiction would have no meaning — it would not be human news — if it did not contain truth ! Even if a story is written only for...
impossible.
Sometimes I wonder ; why bother ?
It’s just so frustrating. Images, impressions, thoughts, emotions - just plain feelings - how can I possibly be expected to reduce those to … letters ?
1) Twenty-six letters in the alphabet, only a finite number of combinations (okay, it’s a big number - I’m not a math genius - but the possibilities certainly end...
