“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.”
― Gravity’s Rainbow
I have been feeling in a deep hopeless rut lately, and I’m sure a lot of you have too. After writing another Sunday Snippet I decided to set an ambitious goal for myself. I’ll write a short piece of fiction every day and put it up here. Obviously, quality will vary – you get what you get. Length too – I’ll have to write something short on busy days. They will be raw first drafts and full of errors.
I’m not sure how long I can keep it up… I do write quickly, but coming up with an idea every day will be a difficult challenge. So far so good. Maybe a hundred in a row might be a good, achievable, and tough goal.
Here’s another one for today (#67) More than half way there! What do you think? Any comments, criticism, insults, ideas, prompts, abuse … anything is welcome. Feel free to comment or contact me.
Thanks for reading.
I enjoyed my FOUND POETRY experiment with Moby Dick the other day. –
This is where you take a page of text and remove words until what is left is… well… something… something different. I decided to use another passage that meant a lot to me… the opening of Gravity’s Rainbow. I decided to not try and make it make sense – just pick words that looked interesting. One difficulty was that I am so familiar with that passage I kept reverting to its original meaning.
A Screaming Sky
It’s all theatre
lights above girders and glass
Velveteen smoke escaping in puffs
Feeble sheep out of time
drunks, derelicts belong to salvation
Speeding through downtown
Faces knotting into rotted loops
Wood smells of winters when
coral-like lonely absence
brilliant dawn passage
Secret cities break down for a broader highway
It is a judgement from which there is no appeal.