Oh, O mejiro,
perched on tangerine
so very very orange,
and you so very green…
Mimesis 2: The Sequel
My title for this post is a joke. I’m not sure there is anyone alive today qualified to write a sequel to Erich Auerbach’s Mimesis, an astonishing survey of the literature of Western civilization and its spiritual-moral-humanistic underpinnings.
Just for starters, Auerbach apologizes that he can’t read the Russian novelists in the original language, which he considers an embarrassing flaw in no way compensated for the fact that he did read the original Greek, Latin, French, Italian, Spanish, German, and English of the other books he considers—and not only the modern iterations thereof but in all their chronological variety.
He also apologizes that, because he had to write this book in exile in Istanbul, he didn’t have his library to hand, so he had to work from memory.
So, let me admit that I am not worthy even to untie the straps of this scholar’s sandals.
That said, fools rush in where angels fear to tread. This was such an amazing book that I want to record my thoughts about it, and also offer some speculations about what it implies for where literature has gone since he left off his story in the early twentieth century…
Read moreHello, Fear: A Poem
Why,
hello, fear,
my dear,
my friend,
constant companion
on whom I depend!
How you jump backwards
when thus I meet you,
bristle at pleasantries
when thus I greet you!
Naming us equals,
I cause you to squirm
and, shifty-eyed, slink off,
which serves to confirm
my growing suspicion…
The Backstory of "A-Tumblin' Down"
The very first scenes of A-Tumblin’ Down were written in 2006 or 2007, when I was in a little fiction writing group in grad school. Donald and Kitty arrived on the scene first, fully formed and self-named. Donald was already haunted by his imposing grandfather and the historical veracity of the battle of Jericho; Kitty’s council was more real to her than any human beings. Some of the bits of the first two chapters involving them survived to the present novel.
I filed the tiny seeds of this story away in the deep freeze and went on with another dozen or so years of life…
Read moreAvocado Advocate: A Poem
I gave up on
that avocado.
one week on,
still hard
as a rock.
the rest
all soft,
this one
not.
no good,
I said,
the equi-
valent of
dead.
throw it out
right now
why wait?
I gave up on
that avocado…
Beware the Nineteenth Corvid: A Poem
Beware the nineteenth corvid,
An adversary avid
To peck your eye
And suck you dry,
Immobilized and bed-rid…
Two Trajectories to Creative Success
The idea I’ll be teasing out here is a mash-up, which is itself the first lesson: creativity comes from putting things together that haven’t gone together before. Which in turn immediately needs two further qualifications:
a) Most mash-ups fail. There’s a reason you like tomatoes with basil, but not so much tomatoes with turnips or basil with caramel. You probably could find a way to make the latter two combos work, but they would be the culinary equivalent of a novelty song.
b) Most mash-ups that dominate the internet these days are not creative mash-ups, but the rather sad retreads of a culture that is increasingly incapable of creating anything new, so it resorts to nostalgia instead. (Why that should be so is a topic for another time.) See also sequels that never come close to the genius of the original, and reboots-because-money.
Anyway, back to the beginning: my mash-up is the result of studying the indie publishing phenomenon for the past three years or so, with the goal of becoming part of it myself, plus learning more idly and just for pleasure about the history of rock-and-roll. (Most credit for that learning goes to the podcast A History of Rock Music in 500 Songs.)
I’ve also dabbled in big-idea-nonfiction lit about creativity and entrepreneurship, such as Range by David Epstein, Perennial Seller by Ryan Holiday, The Long Tail by Chris Anderson, and various works from Derek Sivers and Mark McGuinness, among others. Not to mention following the nose of my own fandom.
Thus I’ve developed, in the same idle, fandom kind of way, a working hypothesis of two trajectories toward creative success…
Read moreThe Tyrtle: A Poem
Tiny tyrtle, taking fright
At a hiker’s monstrous height,
What indulgent hand or eye
Could frame thy cheerful symmetry?
In what sentimental skies
Didst thou gain thy darling size?
Who dared toss thy dear self in
Among the vales of death and sin? …
Two Zions: Two Poems
True Prophet of Zion
This is not the road to Zion.
Turn around while you still can.
Just ahead lies death and dyin’.
This is not the road to Zion.
Forward brings but tears and cryin’.
Obedience: A Poem
Do not park your bike here.
Do not, do not, do not.
Take a left and wheel it
to the state-appointed lot.
Do not park your bike here.
We beg you to comply.
Misparking sends a message and
the stakes are very high.