Well, the first half of the story is constructed. Which means there's still a lot of work to be done. I guess you can say I'm queering love stories. Which is more complicated than writing a love story about two people of the same gender. This, according to Professor Davis, is one of the places where queer philosophy begins to make itself distinct from gay...
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Hmmm... Went in and out of a phase where I hated blogs...
So many of these things I see are ridiculous... Adolescent, reality TV stuff. I wonder who would actually care about the content of my or any other random person's day to day life....
And yet--I have to admit that there are certain intelligent people who's words I like. And since I find myself...
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So many of these things I see are ridiculous... Adolescent, reality TV stuff. I wonder who would actually care about the content of my or any other random person's day to day life....
And yet--I have to admit that there are certain intelligent people who's words I like. And since I find myself...
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dinah:
how can you steal fire? It starts in the mind and you bag it with a pen... 
I worked a catering gig today for a lesbian commitment ceremony. It was an interesting experience, a first for me, having worked/ been invited to only het weddings. On the one hand, I'm happy for them, I think it ought to be legal (By the way, the United Church of Christ overwhelmingly voted to officially support equal marriage as a Church, I'm so proud of...
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bcguitar33:
Welcome back, m'love
anarfea:
Hmmm... Went in and out of a phase where I hated blogs...
So many of these things I see are ridiculous... Adolescent, reality TV stuff. I wonder who would actually care about the content of my or any other random person's day to day life....
And yet--I have to admit that there are certain intelligent people who's words I like. And since I find myself so creativity-constipated, unable to write, or to organize ideas, I guess I can try it here.
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I am exasperated with my attempts at short stories. Although I have never really written any long works, most everything that I have written has been conceived as a part of something longer. And now that I try to condense things, to say something succinctly, to produce what Poe called a "unified effect" for the reader, I find myself....
We said today in class that novels were necessarily character driven. All of my longer works have been motivated by characters who speak to me. If I try to write a short story, they fall silent.
So what is left? There are theme driven stories, concept given stories, place driven stories, dialogue driven stories.... But I don't want to write something proving some sort of point--I don't have a distinct moral statement... I thrive on vagueries, on the in-between spaces, the gray areas, the places where the reader can infer their own conclusions. I resent stories that tell me how I should think or what I should do. I don't wnat to preach.
But to represent a "slice of life." I don't like hyper-realism, I am borred with most of life (see my thing on blogs) so much of it is mundane and who learns from other people's mundane details when they havev so many of their own?
I like the stories that bring the phantastic, that introduce the stuff that dreams are made of, the primordial images that have driven humans since we made myths about stealing fire.... What is captured in such a story? What does it say about the human condition, that we admire those who steal from the gods? What about these things can I draw into my own work--I am less concerned with being original than with resonating as familliar, meaningful, a variation on a time tested theme....
How can I steal fire?
So many of these things I see are ridiculous... Adolescent, reality TV stuff. I wonder who would actually care about the content of my or any other random person's day to day life....
And yet--I have to admit that there are certain intelligent people who's words I like. And since I find myself so creativity-constipated, unable to write, or to organize ideas, I guess I can try it here.
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I am exasperated with my attempts at short stories. Although I have never really written any long works, most everything that I have written has been conceived as a part of something longer. And now that I try to condense things, to say something succinctly, to produce what Poe called a "unified effect" for the reader, I find myself....
We said today in class that novels were necessarily character driven. All of my longer works have been motivated by characters who speak to me. If I try to write a short story, they fall silent.
So what is left? There are theme driven stories, concept given stories, place driven stories, dialogue driven stories.... But I don't want to write something proving some sort of point--I don't have a distinct moral statement... I thrive on vagueries, on the in-between spaces, the gray areas, the places where the reader can infer their own conclusions. I resent stories that tell me how I should think or what I should do. I don't wnat to preach.
But to represent a "slice of life." I don't like hyper-realism, I am borred with most of life (see my thing on blogs) so much of it is mundane and who learns from other people's mundane details when they havev so many of their own?
I like the stories that bring the phantastic, that introduce the stuff that dreams are made of, the primordial images that have driven humans since we made myths about stealing fire.... What is captured in such a story? What does it say about the human condition, that we admire those who steal from the gods? What about these things can I draw into my own work--I am less concerned with being original than with resonating as familliar, meaningful, a variation on a time tested theme....
How can I steal fire?
Well, it's hard to check with dial up. A friend of mine is considering applying to be a suicide girl.... If she does I will! :-)
I've been trying to get myself to be creative again. This takes some doing. I really just need to force myself to do a little every day to get past writer's block or whatever. I've been getting these recurrent...
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I've been trying to get myself to be creative again. This takes some doing. I really just need to force myself to do a little every day to get past writer's block or whatever. I've been getting these recurrent...
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ericdravyn:
I am sorry about your head, but on a perfectly selfish note... when do we get some photos of you up here?
Perhaps some photos of you together with your friend who is also considering becoming a SG with you? Sweet.
Perhaps some photos of you together with your friend who is also considering becoming a SG with you? Sweet.
anarfea:
Well, pics would require me getting my hands on a digital camera, which, right now, I don't have. My Bday is in a week, and I am going to see said friend who is considering SG, and she has a digital camera, so, at the very least hopefully I will get a better pic for my profile :-).
I've been doing some yoga stuff which I think is helping the headaches... We'll see.
I've been doing some yoga stuff which I think is helping the headaches... We'll see.
So, I am home! That's right, I'm home for the summer and changing zip codes. Back in good old New Mexico. Chillin and trying to find work.
Well, this is my first SG entry. A friend bought me a gift account--I had looked at the site before because I saw an add about the burlesque show but he got me to actually join. What can I say? Looks like a cool community and you girls are hot hot hot!
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silmaril:
Welcome to the site and thanks for joining my group
anarfea:
I just read this story with Ranu and Nitu, two Indian women who
committed suicide because they aren't allowed to marry and one of the
girl's families wanted to marry her off, and they said it was better to
die together than live a life apart. Someone says it is "a tragic waste
of life and youth and beauty." I cannot agree more. I empathize. Yes,
I empathize, because I have felt their pain, having been in love with a Catholic girl for going on six years now, in a relationship that has been, at times, indescribably difficult because of her family situation.
And yet--my mother said
once she feared a double suicide. And I told her such a thing was
inconcievable to me. I tried to explain to her that it was the situation that
was causing me the pain--the world, this scared, judgemental
world--never the love itself.
Life--is so precious. Life is what give me the ability to see her, to love her--and even if it never works out I would rather that we be alive maintaining our love, even apart, than dead and never seeing eachother again.
Some people saw it as an act of protest. (More specifically an act of
non-violent protest which I thought absurd) It is an incredibly violent act, dessigned to attract attention--but I cannot immagine that--throwing my life away trying to teach them--they won't learn! Someone
said that you can tell who someone is by what they chose to die
for--Martin Luther King said that a man who has nothing worth dying for
is not fit to live--a true martyr. But if God has given you something
worth living for what do you say, what do you prove, by choosing death?
These things make me so philisophical.
committed suicide because they aren't allowed to marry and one of the
girl's families wanted to marry her off, and they said it was better to
die together than live a life apart. Someone says it is "a tragic waste
of life and youth and beauty." I cannot agree more. I empathize. Yes,
I empathize, because I have felt their pain, having been in love with a Catholic girl for going on six years now, in a relationship that has been, at times, indescribably difficult because of her family situation.
And yet--my mother said
once she feared a double suicide. And I told her such a thing was
inconcievable to me. I tried to explain to her that it was the situation that
was causing me the pain--the world, this scared, judgemental
world--never the love itself.
Life--is so precious. Life is what give me the ability to see her, to love her--and even if it never works out I would rather that we be alive maintaining our love, even apart, than dead and never seeing eachother again.
Some people saw it as an act of protest. (More specifically an act of
non-violent protest which I thought absurd) It is an incredibly violent act, dessigned to attract attention--but I cannot immagine that--throwing my life away trying to teach them--they won't learn! Someone
said that you can tell who someone is by what they chose to die
for--Martin Luther King said that a man who has nothing worth dying for
is not fit to live--a true martyr. But if God has given you something
worth living for what do you say, what do you prove, by choosing death?
These things make me so philisophical.