I think it's hysterical. For instance, my short(ish) story came up in my creative writing class today. I read the whole thing out loud (thirteen cursed pages), and then had to sit in silence while the class and teacher critiqued it. Some of my thoughts:
The corset as symbolism of that society I wrote about being rigid and restricting? I mean, it sounds gloriously deep and thoughtful. I'm glad people think I'm that deep, because I totally didn't mean that as symbolism.
Red as the color of passion and fire...um, no, actually, I just made the paint in the story red because I really like red.
There's a lot of romantic heat between David and Aphrodite...um, okay? If you say so? Totally not how I intended it, but whatever...
No, I didn't think about 'David' being a highly appropriate name for an artist. At least, not consciously.
The conclusion I have come to: my subconscious is brilliant.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
reading into short stories
Posted by Edge at 1:04 PM 4 comments
Labels: i, interpretations, people, silly, writing
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Proof that I am 1. very tired, 2. deprived of writing, and 3. generally crazy
Sarah:
i need to do something b4 my brain splodes
4:34pm Edge
lol\
4:36pmSarah
too late
4:36pm Edge
your brain...exploded?
so basically i need to go call walter and peter and see what happened [reference to the J.J. Abrams show, Fringe]
4:37pmSarah
ha ha ha ha ha ah ah ah
4:37pm Edge
so...since you're at a computer i'm guessing it was the freaky video which melted your brain
or excess radiation in your blood...ew.
rachel is not gonna be happy
4:41pmEdge
omg you're not responding
it's true then
4:42pmSarah
.....
4:42pmMaddee
she's aliveeee!@
sigh
of relief
4:42pmSarah
no
4:42pmMaddee
you're...not alive?
4:42pmSarah
no
4:43pmMaddee
then...your consciousness...give me as ec here
*a sec
aha!
it has somehow entered your computer
oh my gosh
4:43pmSarah
777 ,zgtfdcfshghkadfggddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
4:44pmMaddee
...*tries to decode*
wait
I think I have it
"It was the tomato sauce"
I KNEW IT
the redness of the sauce
it was really...unicorn blood
so on the plus side, unicorns then exist
but...on the minus side, you're kind of dead
'kind of' being defined as your consciousness being trapped in your computer
dude, it's probably a vista operating system too
sucks to be you
4:48pmMaddee
oh my gosh, i just re-read what i typed...i didn't realize how many issues i had until just how
Maddee
but wait. unicorn blood is silver.
so...
4:51pmSarah
we's gonna get pizza
4:51pmMaddee
...you follow that brilliant unraveling of your death with 'we's gonna get pizza'?!?!
hahahaha jk jkj jk
Posted by Edge at 2:53 PM 4 comments
Labels: i am insane
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Gold heartbreak
heartbreak
has a color
two now
from springtime past
shimmering Aztec gold
burnished in the sun
the other appeared
yesterday
pale burgundy
shade of a dying leaf
cut off from life
color of a bleeding heart
(it's a little better this time. i'll be okay. i don't know when.)
Posted by Edge at 8:05 PM 3 comments
Labels: email me, guys suck, i'll survive but i feel like crap, if you want an explanation for the poem, poems, probable emo-ness