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POETRY IS COMPRESSION.
Long, short, doesn’t matter, rhyming, not, the same. All the rest, the same. Except if you can tell me everything a poem says more briefly than the poem does, then it isn’t much of a poem.
” — William Goldman, Which Lie Did I Tell?“Theme is what elevates fiction beyond pop entertainment to a story that lingers in the mind — but it’s not fundamental, either.” —
TERRIBLEMINDS: Chuck Wendig » To Theme, Or Not To Theme: An Argument
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“I mean, presenting yourself as the village griot is done, for me, with no more writerly credential than a dozen years as a police reporter in Baltimore and a C-average bachelor’s degree in general studies from a large state university. On paper, why me? But I have a feeling every good writer, regardless of background, doubts his own voice just a little, and his own right to have that voice heard. It’s the simple effrontery of the thing. Who died and made me Storyteller?” — David Simon
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This is my 500th post at Tumblr.
At little over 100 of my posts to date were taken up by my Haiku Year project, in which I wrote a haiku a day for a little over three months. As I prepare to try the project again, I’ve collected 105 poems into a little chapbook, along with a few short articles about the project. This little book, also called Haiku Year, collects every poem from my tumblelog, a few bonus haiku from the project. I offer it here for you to (a) buy, as a little pocket-sized paperback book, or (b) to download for free. Do either of those things at Lulu.
If you download the book, I’ll have no way of knowing that you did. So, if you do, please leave a comment on this post at my blog, letting me know that you chose to download it and, maybe, read some of it.
This is an experiment, after all, to see how many people might actually choose to get their hands on it (and what percentage of those people choose to pay for it in some way). So, if you do, I’d appreciate you raising your hand so I can count you as a download.
Thanks for your time.
Maybe my favorite moment in the film, L.A. Confidential, comes after Ed Exley (Guy Pearce) has just delivered the monologue about why he became a cop. It involves the murder of Exley’s father by a killer who was never identified—a killer that Exley has given the made-up name of Rollo Tomasi, just to have something to call him. Tomasi represents all those guys who get away with it. Once Exley has given this speech that explains his character, which David Mamet might call a Dead Kitten Story, Exley asks the older, semi-crooked vice detective, Jack Vincennes (Kevin Spacey), why he became a cop.
Vincennes’ face slowly falls, his eyes drifting away, and he says, “I don’t remember.”
Great scene.