(could also be read as writing prompts)
~ Memoir beginning with detailed narrative description of subject’s rich and fertile childhood slowly disintegrates into list of difficult books he read as an adult.
~ Academic essay, after Moretti, quantifying the extent to which Jackson Pollock’s paintings influenced late-20th-century hairstyles.
~ Story about a mother who develops an allergic reaction to her kids.
~ Story about a character who goes around knocking on the front doors of strange houses, claiming to have once lived there, receiving gracious tours.
~ Monologue spoken by an aging pianist-composer, based on Prokofiev, beginning with the following sentence: My fingers have grown very tired.
~James Joyce might seem to me less dead than most dead but to him he is just as dead as all the rest.
~ “And what do you do?” “I’m a poet.” “Ah, a poet—I’d love to read some of your poetry.” “Sorry, I only write prose.”
~ Now that I have a husband and children I’ll always have a selection of people to choose from upon whom I can blame my life’s failures.
These lines were extracted from Evan Lavender-Smith’s
From Old Notebooks Old Notebooks
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“Now that I have a husband and children I’ll always have a selection of people to choose from upon whom I can blame my life’s failures.” –Ha! It used to be that parents were enough….