chase scenes serial #3
Its 2006 now, April, late April. I have one more volume left in ‘In Search of Lost Time.’ Those damn French bastards. You see, 2 pages ago I said I wanted to experiment. What is that even? Like I don’t cross anything out and write in pen? Well does that mean I type the wrong title to that Burzum album because I know for damn sure I spelled it wrong. Its strange because I can clearly picture the title, ‘Hvis Lyset tar Oss’ or ‘Os.’ I believe it means ‘When the Light Takes us.’ Or perhaps ‘When the Light Leaves Us.’ But what is the value in such experimentation, or in such process, is there any for me, for the reader‡? In fact I believe Roubaud wrote in such a way in The Great Fire of London although slower, and he was smarter than I, and perhaps knew his text would be read, I choose to not have such burdens placed upon me I can be in that pool and in that closet and I can mention here that those cut-rate Cheerios gave me viscous hallucinogenic gas and that I kept that little stifling closet shut and wallowed in it and yet here I am, 24 hours into my trip to North Dakota and what of it. Perhaps the realization that there is a pool here, and that I have been to a gas station where my father bought me this notebook. Perhaps. No, it is so obvious
chase scenes serial #2
no, the uncomfortably hot water in the hot tub, slowed down my circulation. My extremities are lethargic. My right hand is frisky at the moment as it writes, but my feet and toes feel etherized propped upon the coffee table in our room. As I floated on my back in the pool I pulled my ears beneath the water to tune out the roughhousing children and the little girl who was afraid to get in. I held air in my chest. The train is coming by now. Which train? Burlington Northern Santa Fe. It went by four (4) times while we walked around Bismarck. Good god it sounds as though it is bearing down on our room! There, the whistle has passed. Saved by the Doppler effect, or at least alerted to my salvation. In fact the train is across the parking lot, and across a creek, a murky tan coloured creek‡. The water is opaque, perhaps it is filled with peanut butter syrup. Later. Earlier? The ceiling above the pool was wood, there were deep glu-lam beams. It was an indoor pool, obviously. I thought back to that pool at Mammoth Mountain, although as I floated I thought more about how I slept on the floor of a walk-in closet in our chalet, there were so many of us. I lay in there eating VONS brand Cheerios and listening to Burzum’s ‘Hysset Vis tar Oss’ or whatever, and Sort Vokter’s ‘Folkloric Necro-Metal’ and reading Swann’s Way. That was in 2000, January 2000.
chase scenes serial #1
I am writing these first new words in a notebook from a gas station in Bismarck, our first stop after the airport. The tooth is different than the paper I am writing my big project on; it is cheaper, slick, flat. I am writing in pen also, which feels sloppy to me. Sloppy because it is permanent, perhaps it is irresponsible. Yet I would like for this to be something different, perhaps a fresh project in itself. I wrote a document of our trip to Rapid City and environs last spring. It was very straightforward. I just got out of the swimming pool here at the motel in Madora, the Americinn‡. What a poor name. Joyce would be a languid floating flower in his grave, or perhaps Lewis Carroll, whoever popularized the so called portmanteau word, the sway it has over popular American culture is repulsive, that and misspelling. Why a convenience store would be more appealing as Kum-n-Go rather than Come and Go is a mystery to me, as great as the portmanteau fast food shacks like Mrs. Winners / Del Taco or Long John Silvers / A&W or how about why does Long John Silvers even exist anymore. In the pool I floated on my back. There will be one less sheet in this book as I just tore out a sheet to remind myself to take the camera battery out of the charger before I leave for the hike tomorrow. Sixty nine (69) sheets. Dare I write that much? Could I do it before Sunday night? It is Friday night right now. I fear that I will be asleep soon. The warm water in the hot tub, (more…)
serial
for all the fans that fell all over themselves to thank me for serialising “a book of days,” i repay your kind words and support by serialising the most recent completed text, “chase scenes.” enjoy it over the next 3 weeks or so.
Chase scenes
I love surprises, or at least creating them. Here is an all new writing, somewhat of a departure from the task at hand, but no less an exploration of some personal concerns. Download the print ready document here: Chase Scenes [pdf]
Here is the tempting page 1:
I am writing these first new words in a notebook from a gas station in Bismarck, our first stop after the airport. The tooth is different than the paper I am writing my big project on; it is cheaper, slick, flat. I am writing in pen also, which feels sloppy to me. Sloppy because it is permanent, perhaps it is irresponsible. Yet I would like for this to be something different, perhaps a fresh project in itself. I wrote a document of our trip to Rapid City and environs last spring. It was very straightforward. I just got out of the swimming pool here at the motel in Madora, the Americinn‡. What a poor name. Joyce would be a languid floating flower in his grave, or perhaps Lewis Carroll, whoever popularized the so called portmanteau word, the sway it has over popular American culture is repulsive, that and misspelling. Why a convenience store would be more appealing as Kum-n-Go rather than Come and Go is a mystery to me, as great as the portmanteau fast food shacks like Mrs. Winners / Del Taco or Long John Silvers / A&W or how about why does Long John Silvers even exist anymore. In the pool I floated on my back. There will be one less sheet in this book as I just tore out a sheet to remind myself to take the camera battery out of the charger before I leave for the hike tomorrow. Sixty nine (69) sheets. Dare I write that much? Could I do it before Sunday night? It is Friday night right now. I fear that I will be asleep soon. The warm water in the hot tub,
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