Secret forest: November 2009

>> Thursday, 26 November 2009

Hey, I know that some of you, on the other side of the world, are enjoying a well deserved holiday, so I couldn't resist the temptation to write this quite un-literary post. Happy Thanksgiving!

>> Tuesday, 24 November 2009

This is the kind of book I'd like to write:

Autumn Forest by editionha. Source: Squidoo

Somewhere in this book I would include the following mid-sentence:

...a close and encouraging sun like a friend leaning on the window.

>> Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Here's a new rewritten, translated, illustrated and a little bit dizzied excerpt from my book:

Image copyright: SoftOption Images 2002

They talked for a while in the shaded garden. They did not ask the questions that they were thinking of; neither would do it from that night forward. The answers would remain in the dark as always. At the most, they would imagine that those silenced questions had strayed into the cool shadows of the willows and the hollies of that garden among moths and spiders, in a place where they had been together, after all, just about to share every thought and be understood. But they didn't figure their meeting this way that night, for the both of them felt as if they were like everyone else — within enchanted surroundings.

>> Thursday, 12 November 2009

Image source: Yuken Teruya Studio.

Before I started to rewrite my novella I sent it to a contest and it happened to be the runner up. The members of the jury stated: "we have also rated very positively the novel by fullet for his ability to recreate a rural, wild and lyrical world". Provided that there was no need to talk about the runner up, since they were ment to appoint a single winner and they had no intention whatsoever of awarding me, I find it a generous statement (what more can I say?).

And this is the story of my book so far. I'm starting to wonder if I will ever finish it, that is to say, if I'm That-Kind-Of-Writer-That-Never-Ends-The-Book (although it will only have a hundred pages, and come to that, I already wrote them!).

Anyway, I keep rewriting the story as well as translating into English some excerpts from it for my good, lenient blog friends. You can read them under the label my book or you can answer my poll, if you feel like it:

What do you think the members of the jury meant by saying "very positively"?

1) They simply have an emphatic writing style.
2) In a constructive, affirmative way.

3) That the novel can be scientifically verified and therefore rejects metaphysics.

4) That what they said was the case.
5) Not much negatively.
6) They were filled with optimism and confidence.

7) So as to leave no room for doubt about the fact that they rated the novel.

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That Little Bird...

>> Sunday, 8 November 2009

I must apologize for a lot of spam messages that someone sent through my Twitter account a few hours ago. That was really annoying. I've already changed my password and I hope it won't happen again. Sorry!

Image source: a nice blog named This Morning Fog

Flesh, Without Words...

>> Sunday, 1 November 2009

November 1st: for me it makes sense to post a carnal poem by Maria-Mercè Marçal (1952-1998) on a day like this.

Maria-Mercè Marçal

Flesh, without words,
in front of me and in me.

Me, who had read all the books.

Maria-Mercè MARÇAL, La germana, l'estrangera. Translated by Christopher Whyte.