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Search for Tomorrow: An Epimodernist Future for Literature
"There’s no need to let the pervasive and everlasting imaginary of the end rule the visions of the future in literature. So I decided to give a name to this renewed diagonal force of the contemporary: epimodernism."
writing  theory 
4 days ago by warrenellis
Get Real – Structure & Narrative
- "Anyway Antartica is cool but it stinks. I mean its not as cold as you think but there is literally thousands of years old shit melting and rotting out here."
writing  future 
12 days ago by warrenellis
David Hare: the genius of Georges Simenon | Books | The Guardian
"He had the idea that a book, like a Greek tragedy, should be experienced in a single session. “You can’t see a tragedy in more than one sitting.” "
september 2018 by warrenellis
blissblog: sf and rock
"rock criticism & science fiction share a strange mix of inferiority and superiority complexes. Painfully aware of their marginal position... they nonetheless believe that they are doing the Most Crucial Writing of Our Time."
june 2018 by warrenellis
The weird world of the hapax legomenon | Coffee House
- "‘manticratic’ was (a word) made up by T.E. Lawrence to describe a society ruled by the descendants of a prophet."
writing  language 
march 2018 by warrenellis
Hard to start again | Velcro City Tourist Board
"...a return to to the old blogging-as-self-discipline-and-public-outboard-memory model."
blogging  writing 
march 2018 by warrenellis
The crazy years - Charlie's Diary
"...the breaking news from Saudi Arabia is that twelve camels have been disqualified from a beauty pageant because their handlers used Botox to make them more handsome..."
writing  future 
january 2018 by warrenellis
Wind-Ways | The Dark Mountain Project
"Today our forecasts might be shaped with the aid of satellite images and fantastically complex computer models, but the assumption is the same: that the invisible patterns of wind can be interpreted to understand the future."
myth  writing  future  landscape 
october 2017 by warrenellis
We want control of our bodies - GHOSTCOP
"I'm data exhausted. Not so much worried about the data I leave behind (though I should be), but of the amount I'm consuming. Endlessly, passively, ambiently absorbing and consuming. Like eating all day at a sub-par buffet, constantly full but never sated, to the point where you don't even enjoy your favorite dishes anymore. My brain is stuffed, and yet I can't retain or remember anything. And I physically feel this way, too: bloated, dull, fuzzy. "
writing  net  social 
february 2016 by warrenellis
The Hottest Self-Publishing Platform? Twitter!
"While novels are commonplace now, long-form fiction was often consumed in serialized installments in the past. Take, for example, Dickens‘ The Old Curiosity Shop. Readers were so hungry to find out how the story ended that a mob stormed the wharf when the ship carrying the final installment docked in New York. Serialized fiction phased out when paper media had to cut costs and slim down (or wholly re-design) their issues, but new media—namely Twitter—is bringing the serial fiction format back, albeit bite-sized."
twitter  writing  net  comms 
november 2015 by warrenellis
Cheeky Nando’s, or, what went wrong? | Idiot Joy Showland
"You’re in front of Nando’s. You were there all along. There are things you can remember. Cheeky Nando’s. Extra-hot peri-peri chicken breast on pita with chips and a Coke Zero. Off the wall. Nutter. Your parents dead in bin-bags. Yeah love I’ve been to Nando’s before. Soldiers sweeping down your street helicopters plunging in flames. No shame in lemon and herb mate nah but shall we get a highchair for you while we’re at it. The laughter of women as you crouch naked penis shrivelling knees tucked to chest like the terrified child you’ve always been inside but thought you’d grown hide to conceal. Cheeky Nando’s with the lads. The sky a swollen bleeding pantophagous cunt. Bit expensive but it’s a good laugh. The radiation containment zone now covers the entire mainland United Kingdom north of Wakefield and south of Inverness. The state of emergency is a temporary measure. Fun is mandatory until the crisis passes."
may 2015 by warrenellis
Inspired By Monks, A Writer Embraces His Life Of Solitude : NPR
"Brother Fenton, after whom I was named, brought his fruitcake recipe to the monastery, partly as a way of getting lots of whiskey into the monastery. He devised a recipe that had a lot of whiskey in it."
history  writing 
march 2015 by warrenellis
The death of writing – if James Joyce were alive today he’d be working for Google | Books | The Guardian
"In his landmark essay-cum-manifesto The Book, Spiritual Instrument, Mallarmé claims that everything that exists does so in order to end up in, or as, a book. This book-to-come, he continues, using language that foreshadows Lévi-Strauss’s, would be “an immaculate grouping of universal relationships come together for some miraculous and glittering occasion”, in which typography itself “becomes a rite” (he also calls the book “a tomb in miniature for our souls”). Mallarmé spent the final decades of his life plotting the form this uber-book might take: books in their current state being inadequate for the task of containing everything, he called for a radical dismantling and reconfiguration of the shape and format of the medium itself, envisaging ways in which the page might be unfolded and expanded into performance, social practice, even cult activity. In so doing, he laid the foundations for the 20th-century avant garde, from Cage’s extra‑literary activities or Burroughs’s revolutionary ethnographically inflected provocations to that most immaculate and glittering grouping of all universal – and quotidian – relations, Ulysses, in which Joyce repeatedly states his ambition to make a whole culture, at micro- and macro-level, from its advertising slogans or the small talk in bars to its funerary rituals and the way the entire past and future are imagined, to use Mallarmé’s words, aboutir dans un livre."
march 2015 by warrenellis
Notes on The Other — Craig Mod
"Disembark your plane at Narita, the airport that shouldn’t exist, the airport that suffered protests, the airport thrust into the countryside, the airport rice farmers attacked with bombs — bombs! — the airport in which one small rice paddy was left in the middle of the tarmac because one farmer simply wouldn’t relent. You hear this — this story of the tarmac rice paddy — about this airport so far from the city proper, and you believe it (why not?) because you can imagine far stranger things happening in this unknowable country about which you know so little."
writing  travel 
february 2015 by warrenellis
Why Do We Say “Wide Awake”?
"The lovely term far nights, with its obsolete genitive, meaning “late in the night,” goes back to Wyatt’s time, and far days even farther."
language  writing 
january 2015 by warrenellis
On Blogging As An Iterative Process
"If my rewriting habit bothers you, you're obviously free to not read what I write. You're also free to rant and rave about it, and howl at the moon, or call the Blog Police and have me arrested."
january 2015 by warrenellis
How to Pitch an Online Series
"Avoid pricey action scenes. Find a big-name partner. Create something decidedly different than what's on conventional TV. These are some pointers from writers who have sold their web series."
tv  writing 
january 2015 by warrenellis
resolute | the m john harrison blog
"I went home and noted: Only ever write when you have something worth writing. Write short stories because you want to. Write short novels because that’s what you want. Always defer or deny closure. Always break the structure. Always undermine or contradict the rationale. Always refuse a conceptually interpretable or comfortable ending. I thought for a bit and then added: You can offer resolution but only at another level. Then, finally: Keep saying no."
january 2015 by warrenellis
Jez Butterworth’s True Calling
This was Butterworth’s second Bond; he worked on “Skyfall,” too, making the kind of script changes that his twelve-year-old self, watching the movie at the St. Albans Odeon, would be pleased to see. “You know, like Bond doesn’t have scenes with other men. Bond shoots other men—he doesn’t sit around chatting to them. So you put a line through that.”
writing  bond  writers 
november 2014 by warrenellis
Tangled Nodes: Self Observation Notes #2 | Hawthonn
"Can you imagine rising early in the morning, trudging to the cloister of Desmodus and kneeling on the sodden earth to lick the dew from the rough superfices of the rock? To tongue and bite the celestial mosses that adhere to the surface, and rub cheeks against the rough scabs of lichen? To take a blessed chipping, a pebble relic, and grind it between your front teeth? To lie with the slug, face down on the rock, and kiss the shadow-mouth of your own daemon as it reclines beneath you? To hope that it will whisper the secrets of the dragon’s angle, or the chain of winds, or an impulsive rite: chew on the holly leaf; sculpt your god from mud; take up arms against the brambles."
writing  hauntology  myth 
october 2014 by warrenellis
Change of Place: Kasarani-Gaza-Ferguson – The New Inquiry
"Geographies stitch together, overlap, unmake the distinctions we trace in atlases. We learn to name place, to designate space, to assign fixity to scenes and sites of unmaking. Perhaps the only truth that remains is: “this used to be (called).”"
october 2014 by warrenellis
Inhuman Nature
"the futurity that inheres in storms and wrecks"
extinction  books  writing 
september 2014 by warrenellis
The Satanic Service of Fireflies | Hazlitt Magazine | Hazlitt
The photon emission resulting from the reaction would tell her just how well her special cells were expressing His Biological Namesake, from which she could determine just how busy this gene du jour was. It never mattered to her what gene she was testing; she was just there for the light. She’d trick the cells into expressing luciferin, open them up, and swirl in His enzyme.
sci  writing 
september 2014 by warrenellis
Polling Your Intestinal Flora: How A Writer Cultivates Instinct « terribleminds: chuck wendig

"Is it Stephen King’s one million words? Malcolm Gladwell’s 10,000 hours? Chuck Wendig’s six shitty trunk novels and four billion tears spilled onto the dry dead earth of literature and publishing? Choose whatever arbitrary number you like, but the idea remains the same –

"You do this thing by doing this thing. You learn to write first and foremost by jolly well fucking writing."
august 2014 by warrenellis
The Brilliance of Louis C.K.'s Emails: He Writes Like a Politician - Adrienne LaFrance - The Atlantic
"So Louie gives fans the sense that they're being let in on the process, while also carefully guarding your sense of what he's like. He acknowledges the theater of what he does for a living, the absurdity of trying to communicate with hundreds of thousands of people all at once, and the privilege of his position—all within the framework of the "guy who is sitting here." The message he ends up sending is that Louie may not be the underdog anymore but he's clearly rooting for the underdog, and maybe that means he's rooting for you."
july 2014 by warrenellis
You Wouldn't Like Jonathan Franzen When He's Angry
"Think of all the women who have never slept with Jonathan Franzen. His anger must grow by the day. Soon it will envelop the world, and we will be forced to bow down in chains before it, and create ziggurats out of human corpses as terrible tribute. Some of these women who Failed To Fuck Jonathan Franzen might now be on Twitter, which is wrong because of a German essayist who is now dead."
july 2014 by warrenellis
Narrative of Fragments – The New Inquiry
"In their introduction to the Fall 1997 issue of The Seneca Review, Deborah Tall and John D’Agata christened and defined the lyric essay. It “forsake[s] narrative line, discursive logic, and the art of persuasion in favor of idiosyncratic meditation…It might move by association, leaping from one path of thought to another by way of imagery or connotation, advancing by juxtaposition or sidewinding poetic logic. Generally it is short, concise and punchy like a prose poem. But it may meander, making use of other genres when they serve its purpose: recombinant, it samples the techniques of fiction, drama, journalism, song, and film.” It is, in other words, a mash-up: borrowing from all, beholden to none. It likes to betray the genres from which it borrows, making wily little jabs at their most dearly held conventions."
july 2014 by warrenellis
Julian Cope interview: 'I live in a visionary state … I'm a wild beast' | Culture | The Guardian
Did he enjoy being a pop star? "No, I hated it. I hated the assholes. And I hated the fact … it's what Smithy [Mark E Smith] said himself, that all the English bands act like peasants with free milk." What did he mean? "All their belligerence went and they turned into forelock-tugging gruelheads as soon as they were around record company types."
drugs  music  writers  writing 
june 2014 by warrenellis
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