I welcome myself to Day 4 of my Facebook vacuum bag. I notice that many words have been sucked up here; nearly all of which are from my side of an online argument that I had with an espionage agent.
Here is a close-up of the badge from my bubble wrap lab coat:
Just because priests have used their interpretations of certain books to control others doesn’t lessen my respect for those scriptures. If someone were to use Shakespeare or William Blake in the same way, as a controlling device, I would still love Hamlet and Jerusalem.
The nice thing is that if you’ve read my books, you’ve also pretty much written them, because they can’t really be read.
And with regard to movie adaptations, I believe that the path should run both ways: as films interpret books, books should also freely interpret films. Everything should intermix, and new things should result. All moves onward and outward. . . .
Since what are now called ‘noir’ movies often took pulp novels for their sources, I enjoyed packing my memories of those films back into an anti-novella titled The Stickup Continuum. This act felt imaginatively incestuous, which is to say: invigorating.
When I said that my books cannot be read, I was exaggerating to make a point. But not until someone invents self-interpreting text can “the author’s intention” or “the book’s true meaning” exist. So, I side with Duchamp: The reader completes the poem.
No doubt, sooner or later, our contemporary styles of writing will appear as stiffly outdated as many of the styles of the past do today. I assume that this movement called postmodernism (which is only the tapering tail of so-called modernism, which is only the death rattle of romanticism) is going to have to take its place among the fads.
Are books forever? I don’t think so. All I can tell is that a few of them might last longer than cotton candy. But if I’m forced to agree with the notion of time-proof text, just for the sake of argument, I will say one thing: If books are forever, it’s only because they’re inscrutable.
My stance on the best way to represent reality is this: Always keep various lies at the ready.
Regarding reading habits, for years I was eclectic too; but now I’m trying to stick to re-reading just a few solid favorites.
As to whether I myself am a fad or not: We’re all fads, in the sense that we’re short-lived.
Ink your thinking, but never think when inking.