When I read your recent post with the description of rats bullying the poor little mice with cudgels or whips or just generally being mean to them in the barn it bothered me that your rat story was so much more colorful and interesting than my rat poop was and I saw it just a day or so before I was going to post this. You'd scooped me. Still, it was too late to change my rat poop in any significant way so I left it in.
Thanks for saying this, about the dreams. Yes, the skeleton for this story was a dream. I say skeleton because I had to put some flesh on it. I could only remember the barest details of the dream but while writing I felt like I was redreaming it in a way and now I'm doing a series of these and this story was the prototype. And yes, waking life is also frustrating.
Captivating. The movement's surrealism, mixed with formal elegance and the daring superciliousness of the narrator, feel to me like deconstruction of many 19th-century novels I grew up on. It's balletic!
That's a nice detailed description of rat poop.
Thanks. How about my rat poop drawing?
Well, I totally missed that, but it's extremely realistic
When I read your recent post with the description of rats bullying the poor little mice with cudgels or whips or just generally being mean to them in the barn it bothered me that your rat story was so much more colorful and interesting than my rat poop was and I saw it just a day or so before I was going to post this. You'd scooped me. Still, it was too late to change my rat poop in any significant way so I left it in.
not unlike a lot of my dreams, minutely detailed, absurd depictions of frustration, though I may be confusing it with my waking life. Who can tell?
learned a new word, kinesics.
Thanks for saying this, about the dreams. Yes, the skeleton for this story was a dream. I say skeleton because I had to put some flesh on it. I could only remember the barest details of the dream but while writing I felt like I was redreaming it in a way and now I'm doing a series of these and this story was the prototype. And yes, waking life is also frustrating.
Adored by women, admired by men, but shoeless. In any event, you kept your pants on.
Ha. You mean my unnamed protagonist kept his pants on.
Sorry, it has a distinct autobiographical flavor.
Captivating. The movement's surrealism, mixed with formal elegance and the daring superciliousness of the narrator, feel to me like deconstruction of many 19th-century novels I grew up on. It's balletic!
Yes, well said. Thank you for seeing into him. He's very much wants to have significance though nothing seems to be working.