I'll start this with a brief apology for the last post I put up. Being bi-polar I have restraint issues thus you will have to deal with the random "wtf" rant boiling up out of me. With that out of the way let's talk books.
Or in this case graphic novels.
Yoshihiro Tatsumi is a godfather of the graphic form. Whether you're talking manga, comics,...
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Fucking bullshit. Do you know the feeling where you want something, something so badly that most days of the week you can't stop thinking about it? You sit around and stare off wistfully, lose track of time, want to claw out to try hopelessly to acquire the source of your desires? Know that feeling? Fuck me I'm in it deep and there's no way out....
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Words continue to spill out of me onto the white of the screen as tears build in my eyes. I cannot stop the feeling that comes when I write academic papers. I have tried but each attempt marks a failure. My fingers have begun to feel heavy against the letters of the keyboard. Each word pounds outward from me in a rhythm that escalates faster...
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I wake up sweating. My stomach feels like it's trying to push down through my body. I pick up my phone and look at the time. I slept for six hours and now I must work. Deadlines approach and I cannot afford to waste precious time in bed.
Rolling to the side I slowly sit up and hang my legs over the mattress. Instead of...
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I push back from my keyboard. My hands rub into my eyes. I grind the heel of my palm against my eye-lids until they begin to water. There is a short-story I remember where the narrator does this same action only the intent is to see colors. I try to remember where I read that story, I am convinced it was in a black literature...
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My hands pick up speed as I type. The words pour out of me with an anger at myself that cannot translate to the screen. I feel my tongue swell too large for my mouth and I reach for a cigarette that has been smoldering in the ash-tray for the a paragraph. A feeling like sickness creeps up my legs and wraps around my midsection....
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Alright so the way I figure this I'm unusually bored, unable to sleep (nothing new), relatively stoned, and figured why the hell not. Let's have story corner! So here's the way I'm going about this, I write short fiction, non-fiction, historical fiction, and blahblahblah yaddayaddayadda. Since these tend to be a bit on the longer side I figured I'll post them in parts. Read it...
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So a general running theme in the language I have used lately tends towards category, categories, categorization, and so on, and so forth. Why? Why am I so preoccupied with this concept?
Well there are several reasons. First of all I study literature. In studying literature I have to deal with something that for most people is a non-issue idea. Genres. Genres are categories and...
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Clever opening, designers. Clever way to encourage the blog to be created.
So I was sitting here at the computer, it's late, I'm relatively stoned as to be expected at this hour. I click the cute little pen symbol for the blog while thinking, "I don't have anything to write about." The very first words that draw my attention solve this problem.
WHAT'S ON YOUR...
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So the other evening I had a minor rupture in my general patience. I sat here and began considering what about the writing of others can irritate me to such a degree. Generally I suppose it's from being trained to do something I'm likewise trained to train other people to recognize and stop doing. Sounds relatively backwards. To simplify, I was categorizing. Creating boundaries that...
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