Leaving Me
Jewel looks up at me, sad eyes blinking at the sky. “Leaving me, leaving me, leaving me,” she says. “Everyone is always leaving me.”
My Life
That’s it. That’s all there is. My life. My sordid life.
The Years
The years. The long years. The sadness of the years.
The Preterite
Like Caesar, like Jewel, like the Zone. Doomed, all three. Destined for the footnotes, for the archives.
Notes
- Jewel is a hippie chick who lives in the Zone.
Caesar is Jewel’s pet California Condor.
The Zone is in California. Jewel lives there.
References
- Lindsay, Robert. 1979. Meandering in the Midzone. The Thief of Love on the Loose in the Last American Frontier. Unpublished fiction.
I like the short chapters. It’s sort of like Pynchon but easier to read.
Yeah, my professor was totally freaked out by this stuff. He’d never seen anything like it in all his time teaching creative writing. He said this is what Pynchon’s stuff must have looked like when he was first sketching it out.
But I never finished it. I’m a notorious underachiever, and plus, like most good writers, deep down inside, I think I my writing really, really sucks
i am drunk but I found this very funny! lol post us some more of yer ficshion!
You like that stuff. Haha. Yeah, I like it too, but then I’m vain.
You like that title?
Meandering in the Midzone. The Thief of Love on the Loose in the Last American Frontier.
LOL, that cracks me up man.
It’s got good rhythm to it. One of the most important things about good prose in English, or probably in any language, is rhythm. Great prose should almost sing, it should almost sound like music. Even better when you can be like Joyce and actually make your prose visible along with being audible (music). When you make your prose visible, you are painting little pictures with words.
So in this way great literature should mirror the visual and aural arts like music and art.
I totally agree with you that great prose has a kind of rhythm about it, like poetry.
Do you like that prose I wrote?
It seems more like poetry to me than prose.
*Scratching my head*