Jacob Lawrence, The Studio (1977)
This writing is a daily workbook
for fiction emphasizing formal experimentation.
"Blogging as Cubism "
explains.
Several of these pieces have appeared in online literary 'zines, including
Comrades ,
Physik Garden ,
The SoMa Literary Review ,
Big Bridge ,
Inkburns ,
Word Riot ,
Epiphany ,
and others.
During the month of November 2002,
The Blue Moon Review
linked to them as their first-ever "Guest Blog."
These are among the best lit pubs on the 'net.
Totally rad.
Here's the
publication
history.
Here's a grouping of
strong pieces .
Here's some more
experimental fiction ,
often based on the same techniques.
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March 15, 2009:
There's a very large flat panel HDTV in this hotel room.
Eight feet wide.
Extremely sharp.
The film is satirical, something similar to Terry Gilliam's Brazil.
Exaggerated imagery.
A character falls head-first on its desk,
looking almost as though it will spill from the screen onto the hotel room floor.
"Wide angle lens," you think to yourself.
March 14, 2009:
Partings.
Love someone: now they're gone.
Through conflict, career, death.
"There is a realm where there is neither solid nor world.
This I call the end of suffering."
- Buddha
March 13, 2009:
Shopping cart in a hilly parking lot.
Motorized.
Silly fun: point your camera at yourself,
take your picture tooling around the blacktop,
near the dumpsters and the loading docks which the public rarely sees.
March 12, 2009 : I was her "happy place".
March 11, 2009 : eBay Q&A:
March 10, 2009 : I missed the ship to Turkey.
March 9, 2009 : Objects.
March 8, 2009 : On stage with a band of musician friends.
March 7, 2009 : Email from far away.
March 6, 2009 : Her photo on Facebook.
March 5, 2009 : Try, fail, sleep.
March 4, 2009 : I wonder sometimes whether her life would have been different if I'd had children.
March 3, 2009 : He never spoke of his experiences.
March 2, 2009 : This isn't Idaho.
March 1, 2009 : Long while without word.
February 28, 2009 : There's still time to make it back to school for your morning presentation.
February 27, 2009 : I have his photo now.
February 26, 2009 : Gunshots.
February 25, 2009 : His photo in a wooden frame.
February 24, 2009 : I saw his fingers tremble at the ticket counter.
February 23, 2009 : Unfocused, listless, scattered.
February 22, 2009 : Good man, good heart.
February 21, 2009 : Buffet: trays of muffins under heat lamps.
February 20, 2009 : Patience, you. Patience you.
February 19, 2009 : Special Forces school.
February 18, 2009 : I gave up.
February 17, 2009 : Travel in Europe, with a strange girl you barely know.
February 16, 2009 : Familiarity breeds contempt.
February 15, 2009 : Stolen motorcycle.
February 14, 2009 : Cinderella.
February 13, 2009 : You've joined the Special Forces.
February 12, 2009 : I wanted her to be proud of me.
February 11, 2009 : Walk in La Jolla.
February 10, 2009 : I miss you very much.
February 9, 2009 : The two of you are living in your childhood apartment.
February 8, 2009 : Pudgy kid with a pageboy haircut pulls a wheel from a portable barbecue...
February 7, 2009 : A cup of wine on the table.
February 6, 2009 : I am a chauffeur, and a checkbook.
February 5, 2009 : "How long has it been since you worked, ten years, then?"
February 4, 2009 : I need to move forward.
February 3, 2009 : Women huddle around the photos, nodding, pointing.
February 2, 2009 : Older woman, unhappy about her age...
February 1, 2009 : Confused.
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