Somewhere Over There
So I sent something out to somewhere - where it has already been rejected. But I know the guy from when working in publishing before.
Worked and worked and worked on it.
Do I trust people who don’t drink? Yes of course. But I don’t trust myself without a drink. To find that certain one of me — that overcomes the rage. A drink puts my body a little to sleep and wakes up the playground in me? Bars were my playground.
Over and over and over, with “Chandler.” He did paragraphs per page. Until gets the flow down, and all the words are in place. A lot of it is just moving sentences around.
Not stop till got what it needed to be. Let the writing dictate…Have I edited it already. Yes but just a little.
I know the guy from years and years ago when I worked in publishing. And then drifted into design.
Ragers
NOVELS. So much fkn work. Swearing. I swear a lot online. Exchange rage. Sometimes after screaming at each other, we start to exchange. And it calms down and we talk politics, until we start yelling at each other again.
Other times no. Its just a bunch of potty mouth trumplandia garble.
I consider the viciousness an extension of Trump, and what he does to all of us.
He effects me personally, I am personally affected. Really upset by shit he does. Its not just because he is a republican. But these days it is, because he is the party. Which is why it’s so important to me we vote democrat.
As opposed to Being A Democrat.
Resources
The novel takes so much time, I have sent out about 21 chaps. Its barely over thirty pages. Simplification methods to get in under the language, as pops up, as I go searching, and for which I use rhyme too. I know this now.
Also the availability of online resources, I am, admittedly, a piglet. Even with internet resources. We need to take control of Data Centers so they don’t do to us what pollution did to us after emergence industrial revolution, start getting ahead of it.
Everyone living near a Data Center has to tell us their experiences so we can tell the politicians.
I had to learn to love to write or it was never going to relieve the madness, which came after me.
It’s the madness that sent me packing. Every time. And I know it’s a also a part of the writing thing, protecting itself. Writing doesn’t give a damn about me huh? Writing takes over, turns into its own type of arrogance?
Language Dimentia
Something is going on as a result of the ease with which I can gape at online resources. Put down the french. NO!
I still stick in big words because I want to, and then use it as a “twain” repeater. Twain and Dickens were both great “splainers,” an excessive use of paragraphs to dig in after something, via repeaters. Le Carre too.
I dont go into facts against fiction like them. Clarice offshoot. And like Clarice and Emily, a “drifter” — I hang as much with philosophy as I do poetry and basic math stuff, love nosing deep in after the guts on rhetoric. I don’t read as much fiction anymore as I did before, as I have already read and reread “the Canon.”
I am not finding much pure poetic fiction out there except in what I call extended verse. Less phrase than sentences.
There is an area in the industry like around Beckett, french writers, Clarice, Pessoa, Cioran too — that blurs between fiction philosophy and poetry, poetry in the broadest sense. And some bring in fiction as its base form.
Also I lost my favorite library new fiction dept, the replacement is impossible to browse. Which I used to do monthly and I knew the stacks! Oh booo hoo.
Beckett Lacan Mathematical Writing of The Real book, does a really nice job of it, see below. Beckett could take Math out to Rhetoric levels, is the hypothesis.
Discusses how Beckett’s char split-offs, extend into multiplication of voices, twos and threes with applied pronouns. Beckett at times mocks himself keeping track of it. And Arka Chattopadhyay has Lacan weighing over it, with respect to “other” and multiplicity of “cuts” in(to) the Real. Am I keeping notes from book? Yup. Hand written. Not online.
Not quite half way through.