Saturday, April 21, 2018

story as scaffold of uncapturable life

Narrative can be invitation to imagination, such that the more minimal it is, the more gracious toward reader imaginability the line is.

“This is my confession,” as if narrativity in quote marks is distanced pretense without commitment to authorial candor. Characted confession may cloak a candor that thereby escapes others’ want of elaboration, as if her or his innerwordliness has no more to share beyond a brevity of time passing too quickly, which the story shows.

Saturday, April 14, 2018


Too much to say, too little time to say it now…

How a flawed film has so much promise that I spend over six hours, across three evenings, doing notes on scenes and shots and dialogue—streaming a few seconds, stop, notes, stream...