Monday, February 16, 2009

Right Brain, Clyde

Wonder Woman is a transsexual. We have no confirmation of her genitals, and she is a clay doll from a sterile superhuman race, brought to life through magic and hope. She is a woman only because she is responded to as a woman, and declares herself one.

The idea particle game, that ideas are flinging through the aether as sometimes they hit a brilliant brain and brilliant things are done with them, but sometimes they hit a less-than-capable brain and become… To apply it to reality is genuinely insulting, though; people generate their own ideas and executions. Credit creators.

It’s amazingly fun to not require a cane any longer.

Not sure which are worse: people who think if people exactly like them ran things, there would be no problems, or those who believe it should be people not like them.

My only urges in the direction of (working in) publishing, are a desire to share what I think is great work, and the possibility that I could resurrect the Julie Schwarz Apes Make it Better method.

If you are going to complain about the government money spent on the arts, think about the budget spent on destroying and isolating stuff (that would be, “What is the war budget, for four hundred, Alex?”).

Adult” is probably best being self-defined. “Love,” also. But, possibly not “enough.”

Biographical notes on Donatien Alphonse Fancoise, the Marquis de Sade, are often unintentionally hilarious.

If I am going to continue not recognizing people who know me, I should at least do the polite thing and perfect lying about it.

My optimism is pretty much driven by indignation. Bad things are going to happen, but, y’know, unfuck’em.

The only difference in my approach between writing for a general/adult audience and writing for the YA market (and, yes, one is a market and the other, audience) is that with YA stuff, I think a bit more attention should be paid to making sure no reader feels left out.

Shirley Jackson wrote The Lottery in two hours, waiting for someone to come home.

I actually prefer readings that have a gigantic number of people, each firing on all – but different – cylinders. So, to Orlando White, Heid Erdrich, Sherwin Bitsui, LeAnne Howe, Linda Hogan, Santee Frazier, Simon Ortiz, Allison Hedge Coke, and everybody else who made that Trickster Gallery gig work, thank you! Also, thanks to the audience, who were quite good as well.

If everyone can't come, it ain't worth going.

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