- The writing block that's not a writing block, I blame seeing a movie.
- I bought Earthgirl a $100 gift card (don't
- worry, she doesn't read this shitty blog, if she finds out
- you told her) to Bethesda Row Cinema and will tell her if we go to three movies the two of us I'll buy her another.
- I thought I'd read Eliot's Daniel Deronda before but no (I
- read Adam Bede, I don't remember a single scene, sentence, image about Adam Bede, the novel, a major Murnane theme, recall reading a novel, remember nothing about the novel).
- I'm a hundred pages in and happy when suddenly here is Mallinger Grandcourt, I
- guarantee after one chapter of the fucksmug (and
- then there's Gwendolyn) he
- is an asshole supreme
- whose first name will make me smile as only one person can vouch (unless apathy is a disease - origin of the maxim directly related).
- Novels, I can read Eliot, I can read Murnane, gonna try to read McElroy's cinderblock, but...
- I know why I'm afraid of movies.
- I have never had a writing block that worried me less, strange times, a writing block not a writing block.
- I still think often, daily recently, about Coover's Brunists, Wrath of, that was, um, cinematic...
It circles awhile, I suppose, until at last
having found nothing green
The holy dove of tongues on fire released -
The birthday cake, the ruined and vacant
sheets, the pilot lost
in a vast dopamine cloud.
and lips that open hovering
on the verge of speech, the final
breath, also known as the infinite
hours which proceeded the first,
at last released.