Never, Ever

Never, ever in the history of self’s reading of fan fiction did she ever think she would find dialogue like the one below so meaninful:

FINNICK:

Kitty, you okay?

PEETA:

Katniss, okay?

The second line belongs to Tarzan Peeta and Katniss had to teach him English all over again because apparently Peeta was the sole survivor of a shipwreck and ended up on an uninhabited island off some African coast when he was just seven years old and forgot how to wear clothes and even how to speak (He grunts at Katniss the first time he meets her). You can just imagine the poor kid learning how to survive on berries or monkey poop or whatever! Mind-blowing! Absolutely!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Daoud, Still Reading

It’s about one murder and then it’s about another murder and why oh why. It’s such a dark book.

But, good writing. And exceptionally long paragraphs.

In fact, I slept for nearly three days straight, a heavy sleep with waking moments that barely revealed to me my own name. I stayed there in my bed, unmoving, without ideas or projects, my body new and amazed.

The language is truly mesmerizing.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Abstract in Annaghmakerrig

Instead of seeing “specific objects and people,” focus on “shapes, compositions, and textures.”

— Ben Huberman, The Daily Post

Here you go, lovelies: self’s abstracts for today, all pictures she took in her cottage at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig.

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Detail of Painting in Unit # 1, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig

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Window of Unit # 1, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig

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Shade Pull, Unit # 1, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig

Stay tuned.

Tell, Tell, Tell a Story

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Spooky, right? Did a little fiddling with Photo Booth yesterday and — VOILA!

From self’s story “First Causes” (Work-in-progress):

On a dying Earth, one of the last human colonies struggles on in the Philippines . . . And if the language doesn’t sound even the slightest bit Filipino, it’s because this is the far far future, and no one knows what we’ll be talking like, for crying out loud.

The main character’s named Dragon, and his Friends With Benefits, Her (That really is her name: Her) had an unfortunate run-in with Big, a classmate. She was dragged out of the classroom, and now Dragon finds himself the butt of jokes in front of the teacher, Fire Lizard (who really is a lizard. Or will soon become one. Strontium 90 and etc. Anyhoo)

“Dragon’s milky-brained cause of Her,” Big tells Fire Lizard. “He craves Her. Like poison.”

“Fallacy!” I cry.

“Change is difficult,” Fire Lizard says, for the first time looking at me with sympathy. “Disruptive. Care for a memory wipe? A yellow pill?”

Self loves her little Dragon to death.

What will become of him?

Who knows?

Stay tuned.

 

Found You, William Harvey

Self looked him up last Fall, when she was wandering around the East Coast.

She didn’t even know his name, then.

All she knew was that, in the days following 9/11, she was stuck on Salon.com, reading anything and everything.

And there was a piece titled:

Juilliard Student Plays the Concert of His Life

Maybe that’s not the exact title, but that was the gist.

It was first-person. The writer was a freshman at Juilliard when 9/11 happened. He didn’t even have to think twice: he grabbed his violin, headed downtown. And then, he played in the Armory. Hours and hours. Until his fingers bled (? She thinks, anyway). And Juilliard sent its students to keep the music going. The students literally played until they couldn’t lift their arms anymore. Firemen were standing there, weeping. Exhausted and weeping.

Salon.com is still around (Thank goodness. It has introduced self to so many good writers) From time to time, self will do an archive search on Salon.com, but she never found the original posting. But, by dint of patient digging and Google, she found the student’s name. And she found his website. She found that the Armory concert was only the first of many good acts he was to do.

His latest project? He is “traveling to all 50 states in 2016, asking What is American culture?

Read his blog so you can follow him along. There’s still a lot of 2016 left!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Still Reading Daoud

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Window, Sunday, Annaghmakerrig

Algiers still scares me, though. It has nothing to say to me and remembers neither me nor my family. And picture this: One summer, it was 1963, I think, right after Independence, I went back to Algiers . . . But I barely got out of the train station before I lost my resolve and turned back.

The Meursault Investigation, Kamel Daoud (translated from the French by John Cullen)

Quote of the Day: Simeon Dumdum, Jr.

“I had a bird-filled childhood.”

If I Write You This Poem, Will You Make It Fly, by Simeon Dumdum, Jr.

Simeon Dumdum, Jr. has written six books, four of which won the National Book Award given by the Manila Critics Circle. He works as a regional trial court judge in Cebu City and lives with his wife and daughter in Mohon, Talisay City, Cebu.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Camus, by Way of Daoud

Have you seen the way he writes? He’s writing about a gunshot, and he makes it sound like poetry! His world is clean, clear, exact, honed by morning sunlight, enhanced with fragrances and horizons.

The Merseault Investigation, Kamel Daoud (transl. from the French by John Cullen)

The Future 2 is London

The future? It’s tremendously intangible, brimming with possibility.

The Daily Post Photo Challenge (“Future”)

Here is London, City of the Future (Self’s camera is breaking down. The lens is frozen in one position. Not even a new battery helped. So this is all she got today):

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What Self Saw After the Victoria & Albert Museum (With a Broken Camera)

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Slash Photography: A Term Self Coined to Explain Her New “Ouevre”: London Building, Somewhere After Passing the Victoria & Albert

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Conclusion: CANDIDE

“But, Reverend Father,” said Candide, “there is a horrible amount of evil on earth.”

“What does it matter,” said the dervish, “whether there is evil or good? When His Highness sends a ship to Egypt, is he bothered about whether the mice in the ship are comfortable or not?”

“Then what should we do?” said Pangloss.

“Hold your tongue,” said the dervish.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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