in defense of a certain type of poetry... (being ADC#2)

Previously on the blog, I was talking about how my current writing project is becoming a deeply personal, self referencial work. It's pretty much me doing my own personal 8 1/2 in comic form. It's kinda weird.

On today's blog:

I had this thought while writing yesterday. This project is digging deeper into who "Arthur" is, more so than anything I've ever written. It's delving into depths of my being that I hide under meticulously crafted layers of social awkwardness. This is stuff I've spent my whole life to trying hide from everyone. I'm not sure why. But there it is.

Now, at this point in time, I have a publishing company and a film producer interested in the work. There's something weird about having what is essentially my diary garner even the slightest bit of interest.

I don't know what to make of that.

IN OTHER NEWS, I finished reading Murakami's Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. He's got to be my fave writer at the moment. The book is a bit harder to penatrate than other works, as we are dealing with multiple, converging narratives, but to me it's brilliant. It's actually what I've been trying to achieve with my series Kissing Chaos. So, thanks Murakami-sensei! I now there's a set precedent for my work!

The book also features what I currently believe to be the greatest line of dialogue ever written, if only because it totally relates to something going on in my life right now...

Currently I'm reading Bukowski's Portions from a Wine-Stained Notebook. I had never heard of this guy til recently, and he's blowing my mind.

For your listening pleasure:

ADC