Underworld, poetrybook and stuff.
So first.
I spent about 3 hours working on the poetry book last night. Mostly culling a few repeats, adding some new stuff and transcribing some stuff from notebooks. The latter took up the majority of the time because as I've said before I have handwriting like a chicken on meth.
I think I'll realistically be able to hit about 50 pages or so. I still need to reformat what I've already got, work on the cover. I already have a title but I'm paranoid particular about revealing said title.
Note to self make banners too.
Now, "Underworld."
This book is dense. Amazingly so, not just the 800+ page count but the writing itself is dense as really excellent cheesecake.
And just as delicious.
The book is kind of confusing to me but, is so amazingly beautifully written that I don't mind. I keep reading because it just tastes so goddamn good. I find at times I have to stop and read particular phrases over and over, read them aloud to myself just to hear them turned. I have no idea how I've not discovered DeLillo sooner. The writing is just, gorgeous and thick. It's foody writing.
Not in subject matter but in how my brain is processing it. As I'm reading I think in tiramasu. In finely marbled chocolate cheesecake. Reading this book is like having a bottle of fine scotch.
You pour, you savor, you pour a little more then put it down because it's so goddamn good you want it to last forever.
It's that good.
And I'm an absolute fool for fragmentary stories that are entertwined in tenuous spiderweb links.
I will be reading more of his work.
And I took FOTD but, no full face even though my make up is off the fucking hook today. There are reasons for this.
A.)I for some reason can no longer take a self portrait without looking like I just had a stroke.
B.)The lighting at my desk this morning was fucking awful and you couldn't really see my lovely color.
C.)Didn't feel like fucking around with it anymore.
Also bonus photo I took off of the front of a ferry of downtown Seattle last summer.
Under the cut, FOTD. No boobies maybe later.
Also...I have to say I've een thinking in cat macro-ese and it's frightening.
I spent about 3 hours working on the poetry book last night. Mostly culling a few repeats, adding some new stuff and transcribing some stuff from notebooks. The latter took up the majority of the time because as I've said before I have handwriting like a chicken on meth.
I think I'll realistically be able to hit about 50 pages or so. I still need to reformat what I've already got, work on the cover. I already have a title but I'm paranoid particular about revealing said title.
Note to self make banners too.
Now, "Underworld."
This book is dense. Amazingly so, not just the 800+ page count but the writing itself is dense as really excellent cheesecake.
And just as delicious.
The book is kind of confusing to me but, is so amazingly beautifully written that I don't mind. I keep reading because it just tastes so goddamn good. I find at times I have to stop and read particular phrases over and over, read them aloud to myself just to hear them turned. I have no idea how I've not discovered DeLillo sooner. The writing is just, gorgeous and thick. It's foody writing.
Not in subject matter but in how my brain is processing it. As I'm reading I think in tiramasu. In finely marbled chocolate cheesecake. Reading this book is like having a bottle of fine scotch.
You pour, you savor, you pour a little more then put it down because it's so goddamn good you want it to last forever.
It's that good.
And I'm an absolute fool for fragmentary stories that are entertwined in tenuous spiderweb links.
I will be reading more of his work.
And I took FOTD but, no full face even though my make up is off the fucking hook today. There are reasons for this.
A.)I for some reason can no longer take a self portrait without looking like I just had a stroke.
B.)The lighting at my desk this morning was fucking awful and you couldn't really see my lovely color.
C.)Didn't feel like fucking around with it anymore.
Also bonus photo I took off of the front of a ferry of downtown Seattle last summer.
Under the cut, FOTD. No boobies maybe later.
Also...I have to say I've een thinking in cat macro-ese and it's frightening.