Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy’s letter. Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off. Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and scribbled words. That’s twice I forgot to take slips from the library counter.
-James Joyce, Ulysses
I get a lot of thoughts in the morning.
I write ’em all down.
If it wasn’t for that,
I’d forget ’em in a while.
–Brian Wilson, “Busy Doin’ Nothin'”
I wanted an outlet to publish some of what I write, and I forgot that it wasn’t 2005 anymore, so I created a blog. I have some short fiction and some short- to medium-length essays in varying states of progress. I’ll post those that are (hopefully) readable and (at least vaguely) interesting upon completion. If the mood strikes me, I might also post some other snippets in hopes of being either entertaining or insightful (but never ever both at the same time, of course). Basically, think of this as a collection of scribblings that I thought were worth preserving.
Caveats: Past experience indicates I may post things very sporadically. I’d like to think that there will be a readable, literary tone throughout everything here (dig those prefatory quotes up top), but there’s also a good chance this will devolve into me writing drooling “Pere Ubu is cool” pieces.
The Internet will never have enough noise on account of the fact that as the twenty-first century progresses, more and more of our great art will either actually be or derive from transcendent Internet noise. Here goes an attempt at making noise. Enjoy.