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Monday, 05 November 2007

  • 273

    H

    Nodlow sour Thankless,
    I let go of our Despised.
                                We are the despised.
           And we just pass on by
                                               unsure.
    Sam's chin dips. He even slims and
    next to me waggles for me. We're unaccompanied
    even if something allready moves alongside US.
                                                          Still. Stalking.
    Do you feel that there's?
    Yes, but it's okay. I.
              Except it's not. Feer around US. Allovers
    I can't shudder off even with shivers. Though
    Sam's not concerned. Unscathed & Steady.
    Relaxed & Smooth. We'll never pull over
    anymore until at a roundabout we do.

Sunday, 20 August 2006

  • 181

    S

    Choice then is allways Them?
        ―Love & Horror's impermanence forever against
                       Loss & the Caprice of endurance.

    Too soon gone, a snoozing Labor from such
    struggles, our CHANGING HOPE rocks away.
    Leaving US to the World.
         Leaving US together with
                  our Leftwrist Twists of Gold.
         Our sticky fingers, our lips.
    With just 5½ Jars of HONEY left.
    Our liquiditty. Sweetest mix of all we sip.
        Here's to deciding.
                
    So glad.
       
    Allready welling up.
    Laughter won't ever stop me.
       
    I can't help bleeding.
    Everyone dreams the Dream
                                                           but we are it.



    H

    Choice then is allways Them?
        ―Love & Horror's impermanence forever against
                       Loss & the Caprice of endurance.

    Too soon gone, a snsoozing Labor from
    such struggles, our CHANGING HOPE rocks
    away. Leaving US to the World.
              Leaving US together with
                        our Leftwrist Twists of Gold.
              Our sticky fingers, our lips.
    With just 5½ Jars of HONEY left.
    Our liquiditty. Sweetest mix of all we sip.
           Here's to deciding.
                
    So glad.
     
    Allready welling up.
    Laughter won't ever stop me.
               
    I can't help bleeding.
    Everyone dreams the Dream
                                                           but we are it.

Friday, 26 May 2006

  • Explanations

    Only Revolutions
    Mark Z. Danielewski
    Pantheon / September / 0375421769
    “Assuming people are dumb asks them to be dumb,” says Mark Z. Danielewski, the author of Only Revolutions, a careening, joyful, sometimes mystical, sometimes confounding tale of two young lovers on a road trip across the United States. “Only complex fiction asks us to discover ourselves and therefore enact ourselves,” he says. And Only Revolutions, like Danielewski’s first novel, House of Leaves, a so-called “difficult” book lauded by critics—and a surprise bestseller that has sold more than 151,000 copies in paperback since 2000, according to Nielsen BookScan —is indeed complex. The book, narrated by teenagers Hailey and Sam, has two beginnings—one at each end of the book—and the text from each of their stories overlaps. Parts of Hailey’s story are printed upside-down on Sam’s pages, and vice-versa. Text appears in four colors and in different fonts and sizes. And that’s just the book’s design. The story itself ranges across the country and across time, as befits the continent-sized passion Hailey and Sam have for one another. His gorgeous, playful writing may occasionally stymie readers, but the author says that, though the book is “complex and challenging in its approach,” it is “at the heart a very simple story about two kids, perpetually 16, who give up everything around them except each other.”
    While he was writing Only Revolutions, Danielewski says, “I grew a horn. It started out grain-of-sand size but kept getting larger and larger. I had to get tests. After my second MRI, the doctor… gave me a diagnosis along the lines of ‘You have a somethingsomething ‘osteoma’ below the somethingsomething on the ‘frontal bone’ abovethe ‘right supercilliary arches.’ ‘What does that mean?’ I asked. She replied: ‘You’re a unicorn. Maybe a little off center. Definitely off center.’”
    From This PDF, page 6.

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  • <font color="#b915cf">O</font>nly Rev<font color="#c9a214">o</font>luti<font color="#19b20b">o</font>ns by Mark Z. Danielewski<BR><BR> To be <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0375421769">released</a> on <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/pantheon/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780375421761">September 12th</a>, 2006.<BR><BR> (all text in this blog, except this sentence, is copyrighted to Mark Z. Danielewski, author of <font color="#b915cf">O</font>nly Rev<font color="#c9a214">o</font>luti<font color="#19b20b">o</font>ns)

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