Franz Kafka, Diaries 1910-1923
So I Finally Watched Girls
This is the show about twenty-something ladies who sleep with randoms, get pregnant, speak like children, are profligate with money and don’t have jobs, right? And I’m supposed to be upset because nobody on it looks like me? Is that the deal?
"And we had to wear masks…because the book was about masks."
-A friend describing his experience playing one of James Franco body doubles at the launch event for Franco’s latest literary ouevre.
"The passage—about a race between a hare and a talking pineapple—was adapted from a novel by children’s book author Daniel Pinkwater. The pineapple, despite having proposed the contest, doesn’t move. In the end, the animals eat it. Students were asked why the animals devour the pineapple, which animal spoke the wisest words and how the animals feel about the fruit."
"It’s kind of like if somebody said come to my gym. I’ll train you. But you looked and you saw that that person was a giraffe….The creative process is really just a series of ad hoc responses to emergency situations that apply only to you."
- George Saunders last night at NYU, on why it’s impossible to learn how to write fiction in a university setting.
Kindle: to excite; stir up or set going; animate; rouse; inflame
Kindle Fire: to start (a fire); cause (a flame, blaze, etc.) to begin burning.
Nook: a corner, as in a room.
Yelp: to give a quick, sharp, shrill cry, as a dog or fox.
Flicker: to burn unsteadily; shine with a wavering light:
Foursquare: consisting of four corners and four right angles; square: a solid, foursquare building.
I’ve been doing that thing where you wake up as soon as your alarm goes off and write down all the words left over in your head from sleeping.
"Pale light jungle here he (something) licks her words (wounds?) (what?)." And then: "Humans as only species who can tell/care about time."
I don’t think they’ll be skipping over next year’s Pulitzer prize for fiction, is basically what I’m trying to say here.
Anonymous asked: have you written any books?
I literally learned how to write complete sentences like, yesterday. So. No. Not yet. No. Someday hopefully. But no.
"I am working in a very quiet bar on a Saturday afternoon, trying to prepare to try to write by reading “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror” and two national newspapers. ”
I haven’t seen Girls and I probably never will but I wanted to post this here because I DO THIS TOO. Seriously, what is it about reading John Ashbery aimlessly in public that almost always leads to the bursts of insight necessary for good long form writing? I want someone to study the science behind this phenomenon and report back to me.