"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Gabriel Gudding is like Jonathan Swift. He is nothing like Bilbo Baggins, save the hair on his feet. The Yahoos shit on Gulliver’s head, you’ll recall.

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When I was in my early twenties my two favorite writers were Raymond Carver and Vladimir Nabokov. I have written, in my short life, two “mature” short stories; one was a Carver rip-off, the other a Nabokovian exercise in style. The Carver rip-off won $1500 in a contest for undergraduate writers at my school. The Nabokov rip-off is partially published on the web somewhere. Soon after, I discovered that poetry was shorter, and therefore more satisfying to write. I plan on returning to fiction on my 50th birthday, assuming I live that long.

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Kent is sending me the Alice B. Toklas cookbook. Many thanks in advance, Kent. I plan on cooking the famously fussy recipes contained therein and posting photographs and post-meal analyses on this very site. Stay tuned.

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I was confused when I first encountered Carver’s stories. I mean—nothing happened! Now I see them as little lyric poems in prose. They each illuminate a tiny aspect of the human condition, pared down to its essential isness. Or maybe Gordon Lish did that part.

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The epic (and all narrative) unfolds across spatial and temporal axes. Odysseus travels a long distance; many years pass. The lyric exists where the X and Y axes intersect. At a single point. Bugs trapped in amber, we are.

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I spent all morning writing about the Black Arts movement, particularly the poetry and politics of Haki R. Madhubuti/Don L. Lee and Elisabeth Frost’s book, The Feminist Avant-Garde. My brain hurts just a little.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sadly, "Black Arts" never means what I think it does.

Anthony Robinson said...

Yeah, I know. I'm going to have to add a witchcraft chapter.