This morning, in Brandeis’ Fruitflesh, I read:
Are your poems made of ice? Cashmere? Raw meat? Does each essay you write feel as solid as a tooth? Are some of your stories strong and fluid rivers, while others seem to be made of parched straw? Imagine each piece of your writing has suddenly been transformed into an artifact – a fact of art, a tangible, three-dimensional object in the world. What would each one look like? Would each have a scent? A texture? A temperature? Would one be a spoon, one a clover blossom, one a jagged cliff?
So I thought I’d write my answer, and here’s a snippet of what I came up with:
My writing, my essays, my lyrics, are thin strands of silk stretched round and round and through and among an orchard of mulberry trees. . . . They float at the middle, drifting on the breeze, twisting and lifting to and fro. They stay tight and tied to their trees at the end, hold fast, held fast, tucked under a splinter of bark. Until someone walks through them, then they wrap themselves around a face or a thigh or a belly and disappear, never to hang free again. Then, they are whole.
So if you described your writing as an artifact what would it be? Where would it be? Post your answers in comments here, or blog about this and link back. . .
DROP OF BLOOD SPILT IS A UNIVERSE LOST FOREVER
The Fifth Dimension, by Rory Macaraeg, starts out like your typical science fiction story with a space traveler – David – travelling to another planet to do observations. He notes the people appear to be living in the middle ages and he witnesses them tying up a girl and leaving her to be sacrificed to a giant dragon (reminsent of King Kong). David decides to take action and rescues the girl, badly wounding the dragon with his weapon – think of a phaser from Star Trek. This sets in motion a challenge to the status quo between dragon and human and creates a war between the two. As the war progresses, David learns the dragons are intelligent and are driven to what they do by a group of dragon elders. David, himself is being guided by elders from Earth. The rest of the book morphs into a story of David battling in his asteral form, while fulfilling an ancient prophesy told in a book.
This book had a lot of holes, especially the mystery of both dragons and humans speaking David’s language and him accepting this without question. Mr. Macaraeg has a very good method of storytelling that holds the reader’s interest throughout the book, but the book is obviously written by a novice. I could not find much information on Rory Macaraeg, so I’m not sure if this was is first book. All in all, this was a fairly good science fiction story.
Thanks to Bobbi and all my other guest reviewers. Let me know if you’d like to guest review a book on my blog . . . I’d love to have you.