there's always a girl
(04:17:10 AM) Stephen: yeah
(04:17:36 AM) Stephen: to repeat our mantra:
(04:17:41 AM) Stephen: So there's this girl
On Euphony and English:
-English isn't supposed to sound nice, sound sweet, dreamy, whatever. French does that. Italian does that. Spanish does that. English is a bastard language, a tongue for the people. I think nice sounding and I think the lithe, flowing rhythms of French poetry, not the bouncing beats or bass tones that empower English. Eloquence in English is derived from drawing out sound, twisting and wrenching the mind through an aural odyssey, pausing between words just to let them sink in your ears like corpses in tar where, if you do it right, the muck will keep them forever.
-Write like your narrator just got pulled down to the station for some reason, maybe you know, maybe you don't, but the cops want the story, so your narrator draws in a breath, maybe because the fuzz knocked out his air or because he just wants to keep them waiting, but when he begins, he is talking, talking. He doesn't spew symbols, not unless he's an idiot trying to mindfuck his captors like an adolescent fucks his hands. If your narrator knows anything, it's that he is telling a story, more than he is making a point. Anarchists who get their teeth knocked out make points when the cops drag them in, but a smart narrator tells the truth, because in truth, the point is self-evident. Life is just funny like that.
(04:17:36 AM) Stephen: to repeat our mantra:
(04:17:41 AM) Stephen: So there's this girl
On Euphony and English:
-English isn't supposed to sound nice, sound sweet, dreamy, whatever. French does that. Italian does that. Spanish does that. English is a bastard language, a tongue for the people. I think nice sounding and I think the lithe, flowing rhythms of French poetry, not the bouncing beats or bass tones that empower English. Eloquence in English is derived from drawing out sound, twisting and wrenching the mind through an aural odyssey, pausing between words just to let them sink in your ears like corpses in tar where, if you do it right, the muck will keep them forever.
-Write like your narrator just got pulled down to the station for some reason, maybe you know, maybe you don't, but the cops want the story, so your narrator draws in a breath, maybe because the fuzz knocked out his air or because he just wants to keep them waiting, but when he begins, he is talking, talking. He doesn't spew symbols, not unless he's an idiot trying to mindfuck his captors like an adolescent fucks his hands. If your narrator knows anything, it's that he is telling a story, more than he is making a point. Anarchists who get their teeth knocked out make points when the cops drag them in, but a smart narrator tells the truth, because in truth, the point is self-evident. Life is just funny like that.