Man, reading this blog backwards has been a real eyeopener. Sometimes I find that reading a journal or old writing is like reading someone else's work. I don't know, maybe I'm not that person any more, or maybe once I've written it, it goes out of my head -- room for new stuff.
In response to your post, Bill, SEE ME FEEL ME TOUCH ME HEAL ME, I commented (not only on your lack of a cellphone) but about a story called "The Last Poet and the Robots" -- which has suddenly flooded back into my mind. Weird, what titles will do for you... Anyway, you responded with the discovery that it is part of a serial novel written by 17 different authors, called Cosmos, which was published in a small Fanzine from July of 1933 to January of 1935 or thereabouts. And now there's a website for it called The Cosmos Project: https://cosmos-serial.com/
I don't know if we could get 17 authors to do it, but what do you think? Should we try a serial novel sometime?
Okay, I'm going to go read or fall asleep or something. Today was not terribly productive except that I got to talk to students and try to sell them on the beauty of Much Ado About Nothing. Did you guys ever read any more of the Hogarth Shakespeare books. Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood kicked ass, and I have Jo Nesbo's Macbeth sitting here waiting to be read. Okay, okay... Good night.
It is kind of fun to look back on those little slice of life pieces we all wrote. Rock's, of course, is the best of the bunch by a long shot. I am glad that is still here and agree that it should be out there, as well. I never followed up on Cosmos, but I still think it sounds amazing...
ReplyDeleteJust found the even older stuff at the other blog we started just before this one, Bill. There's a post about you stopping by a psychiatric hospital near St. Louis because you got dehydrated and one from me about dealing with the family. Argh.
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