12/18/2004

Visual

I've been very focused on images lately. I'm trying to sort through a mountain of photos, because that would be a Good Thing, to have them sorted, and I'm trying to extract some of my better compositions, because I've neglected my art. (Plus, I'm keeping my eye open for giftable pics, as well.)

I end up on long sidetracks, as I finally go through about a 150 snapshots of our Florida vacation from three years ago. Most of the shots look just like anybody's Florida vacation. And then there's the odd, special one, that lets you feel the sunshine:

Basking_in_it

December 18, 2004 in dailiness, work in progress | Permalink | Comments (4) | TrackBack

11/30/2004

What People Are Working On

Fun thread from Cameron Moll...


November 30, 2004 in web design, work in progress | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

01/06/2004

2004 here (whew!)

The end of 2003 was quite something, with some happenings preferably not to be repeated ever, ever again, like:

  • Both dogs getting skunked on the 23rd...
  • Don having a stroke on the 26th...

Don, thank goodness, is recovering. The dogs, after about 6 washings, still smell skunky.

January 6, 2004 in work in progress | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

06/09/2003

left bookendBookends

I have two characters acting up in one of my WIPs, a novel called The Doe's Heart. They began as minor characters, really on the periphery of the story.

I always knew they had a value, in that their perspective as outsiders meant they could comment on the details of this world most naturally.

What I didn't expect was for them to take over as the POV characters and to positively relish my confusion at this development. "Neither one of you has a doe's heart," I remind them. "No, but we're both looking for one," they retort.

right bookendThey range themselves on either side of the row of binders that hold the novel-in-draft, fold their arms across their chests, and look smug. Never mind that one is a near-giant and the other a near-Lilliput. They are a pair of bullying bookends.

June 9, 2003 in work in progress | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

05/22/2003

Thought Foxes

Somewhat like what is true with the names "Aurora D." and "Hit Those Keys", the notion of a "thought fox" is a layered one. In the plural, it's the title of one of my works-in-progress, a YA novel that is showing signs of wanting to also be a critical essay and perhaps an e-narrative, as well.

I also use "thought fox" more generically, to refer to a certain kind of writing which is difficult to find a name for. I mean by it a writing that summons something into being through words. There's an incantatory quality to this, and more than a bit of sleight of hand. It is the sort of writing that is unsearchable by conventional means: Shelley Powers' RDF poetry finder would be very handy for locating more examples.

The original "thought fox" is a construct in a Ted Hughes poem:

The Thought Fox

I imagine this midnight’s moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now,

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, and eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.

—Ted Hughes,
from The Hawk in the Rain

 

Do you see what happens here? A piece of writing that does that is a thought fox. At least, I name it so.

May 22, 2003 in if in doubt, quote, influences, practical theories, work in progress | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack