xTx's Zombie Summer starts off with a riff and a tear:
Queer Zombie Disco by Kirsty Logan.
A love story in three gruesome parts? Rocker chic with undead glam? Fucking zombies? All of the above, friends and enemies. Remember, we're all edible.
Richard Godwin provides a bit of art history over at the NOT: The Iconoclast.
A short, hard beast of a piece, with ripping claws and teeth. Caravaggio? I can't look at his work the same way now. I feel slashed. What is a reader but a canvas?
Just refreshed myself on Chuck Pahlahniuk's writing tips.
This one, in particular, caught my attention:
Number Two: Your audience is smarter than you imagine. Don't be afraid to experiment with story forms and time shifts. My personal theory is that younger readers distain most books - not because those readers are dumber than past readers, but because today's reader is smarter. Movies have made us very sophisticated about storytelling. And your audience is much harder to shock than you can ever imagine.
I repeatedly experiment, and I expect that my reader will get it -- or not. It can only be either of those things, and if they don't get what I'm doing, don't care for it, I'm not much bothered by it.
As a reader, I love when the author has done just that -- expect that I'll get it. Because whether I do or not, it's going to make me think. I want to go places that perhaps the author never even intended. I want to make connections that may or may not be there. That's part of the thrill of interpreting art.
But then, I'm a huge fan of modern art; the more abstract and difficult to grasp, the better.
On a thicker, harder note: Total Cock Worship. What is up (heh) with all the monstrous cocks? I'm not aroused, I'm scared. I love a gorgeous cock as much as the next man or woman, but do they have to look as though they'd be more in scale if they were attached to a bull?
And also, the cheese I bought two days ago and which has an expiration date of later this week, which I was going to use for my fabulous homemade macaroni and cheese, is all moldy.
The two above items are not related. I'm sick of asterisks.
Sam Adams Light, save me.