December 2010 – Page 3

dames and symphonies

Of all the dames in all the symphonies in all the world, I had to fall for the shy French horn player.

dames and symphonies

Of all the dames in all the symphonies in all the world, I had to fall for the shy French horn player.

head in the clouds

I would prefer to die with my head in the clouds, but I know it cannot be so. Perhaps, then, I will simply climb to the top of the mountain, and hope to achieve a miracle.

head in the clouds

I would prefer to die with my head in the clouds, but I know it cannot be so. Perhaps, then, I will simply climb to the top of the mountain, and hope to achieve a miracle.

modern short fiction

I have a love/hate relationship with modern short fiction.

I love that there’s so much of it, that one can find and read great short stories from all corners of the print and web worlds, including Tumblr. I love that a short story gets to the point, states what needs to be stated and resolves the matter (or not, depending) succinctly. I love that I can feel like shit and have my mood completely turned around by one good short story.

I hate that there are so many short stories in the world, more than I will ever get to read. I hate that short stories capture a snapshot and leave the reader with the feeling of finding an incomplete album whose photographs tell something but not everything. I hate that short stories are reflective of my probable short attention span.

So, yea. Some of my favorite short fiction authors are Russell Banks, JC Oates, Raymond Carver, Donald Barthelme, Lorrie Moore, Stuart Dybek, Woody Allen, Atwood, Carlos Fuentes, Gogol, Hemingway, Kafka, James Joyce, Kermit Moyer, Flannery O’Connor, Poe, Sontag, Updike, Maria Teresa (she only published the one but I really liked it), Borges, Niaz Zaman, Welty, and I could probably go on for hours so I’ll stop here.

What do you like to read, Anon?

modern short fiction

I have a love/hate relationship with modern short fiction.

What do you like to read, Anon?

Sunday

Sunday the unday is the reset button.

Terrible week? Sunday.

Great week? Sunday.

Meaningless week? Sunday.

Too tired to sleep? Sunday.

Too awake to care? Sunday.

Sunday no good? Next Sunday.