Thursday, August 16, 2007

shameless plug

In analyzing other works, I'd most like to develop my incorporation of striking elements of style, subject, and substance into my own works. Where are we without new thoughts, or at least, new interpretations of thoughts. It seems so much has already been said, though, which is why I've focused my attention on how to say it. Now for a shameless plug:

Waiting still behind the androgyne, laughing
'Disgusting, what they've done to the place,' he/she s(l)ays,
smacking his/her lips unknowingly.
From the smoky sinews emerges a nymph, myth's lost mistress of time,
to greet the androgyne--
kisses of a long lost loved one set adrift by the inconvenience of travel.
My entire world is this meeting.
I fail to notice my table is ready, for I am
sated completely by a single strand of auburn hair
misplaced across the smooth landscape of a sexless beauty.


The above is the working title for my first novel. Much deliberation was involved in the decision to use a poem as a title, and, in the end, it seemed to fit my intentions and philosophies, while inherently elevating the meaning in the novel. Granted, the only time I've seen this work before was for Fiona Apple with her When the pawn... album; I found myself fascinated by her boldness, but still worried that it could be gimmicky. After listening to the album, I found the title quite fitting, as I'm hoping will occur upon reading my complete novel, which meditates on the state of artistic creation in an overly censored social climate. Gender, much like art, has been a battle ground of social mores, and, in some cases, laws, which is why I chose to represent an image of androgyny within the title. The meaning will most likely vary amongst individual readings, but my intention is not to question ideas and morals as much as it is to question artistry itself. I will occasionally be posting small passages from my novel and possibly from other pieces, since I would most like to reveal the paths of creative development, rather than simply blurt non-stop ramblings of the critical variety, even though criticizing is a pastime in itself.

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