tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431113608448085858.post4081154702099979603..comments2023-03-25T03:51:34.896-07:00Comments on Kooy to the World: An observational story about birds that ends in a fantasyKooy To The Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11622458141976664122noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431113608448085858.post-63909945922559882642008-11-17T12:25:00.000-08:002008-11-17T12:25:00.000-08:00depression and writing are the same breath. an in...depression and writing are the same breath. an inhale and an exhale. your tone changes in each mode. <BR/><BR/>inhale, depression: morbid poetry, metaphorical fusing of the insane and the beautiful. <BR/><BR/>exhale, narrative: story, telling, plot flow, random remarkable observations from a not-so -safe distance. <BR/><BR/>writing for you, as natural and as mystical as breathing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00499970438108858216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431113608448085858.post-58212193244616873092008-10-21T08:33:00.000-07:002008-10-21T08:33:00.000-07:00First off I feel, not I feet. Secondly, I was thin...First off I feel, not I feet. Secondly, I was thinking about your above comment Andrew. I was on the toilet thinking, what keeps me from writing about my childhood? Two things came to mind. One, its not dramatically exciting, and second, my shame and my pride get in the way. To write as you do, to disclose what you have felt and done requires mass amounts of humility. But it is humility coupled with an "I don't give a damn!" attitude. It's an odd mix of characteristics assembled inside that creative head of yours.<BR/><BR/>It has been several days since I read your short, and I cannot get it out of my head.scott J tylerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11577242020371483032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431113608448085858.post-43711917708039726942008-10-16T20:32:00.000-07:002008-10-16T20:32:00.000-07:00I loved it. I feet that your treatment of birds co...I loved it. I feet that your treatment of birds comments beautifully on the habits and rituals of humans. The bird struggling to hatch, the pigeons that brave the blue yonder more boldly then their comrades but then must return--- these actions resonate with me, with my social behavior and the behavior of others. It reminded me (not that your work is like anyone else's) of Annie Dillard's HOLY THE FIRM. Your assertion in the above comment concerning universal understanding is elegantly on display in this short. Thanks for the enjoyable read, I look forward to more.scott J tylerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11577242020371483032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431113608448085858.post-60340614438636998132008-10-14T21:19:00.000-07:002008-10-14T21:19:00.000-07:00That was a very nice evening read. I tried to hol...That was a very nice evening read. I tried to hold in my laughs (especially when you were beating the geese with the dull sword) so I wouldn't disturb Kelly while she did some reading for her homework, but the convulsions that were caused from trying to hold in laughter shook the bed and were probably just as distracting as audible laughter. I enjoyed this little bit very much though. Peace out cub scout.zach harrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09449933619048431158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431113608448085858.post-39954213044319582832008-10-06T12:11:00.000-07:002008-10-06T12:11:00.000-07:00I have come to realize that if I am to write, even...I have come to realize that if I am to write, even (or maybe especially) in a fictional context, my writing must also be painfully autobiographical. I believe that all writers write with the inherent subtext of a desire, search, and often discovery of their selves. Most writers deny this (or never acknowledge it) and attempt to divorce themselves from the text. And while it is true that any author who holds too tightly onto their own work and sets himself up as the only authority to interpret the meaning therein is killing their own words, I believe that claiming a work is completely autonomous from its author is the other side of the same coin. I might be fooling myself here but I believe that by blatently using autobiographical details and explicitly exposing my biases, my faults, my self, that wich I write may live on more truly and seperatly from me the author.<BR/><BR/>I know that my thinking is a bit paradoxical in that I am saying that by writing about myself, my work becomes more selfless but I am a heretic in many things and I believe that if you say that you are wholy unbiased, you are probably an extremely biased person and you are misleading people whether purposfully or unintentionally, but if you clearly state your biases (to the extent you are conscious of them)and then present as much of the idea you are trying to present (the simplest form of this is presenting "both" sides), you will have been as unbaised as you are capable of being.<BR/><BR/>Also I think that a story of particular experience will always contain more universal understanding than any attempt to pervay the myth of universal experience.Kooy To The Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11622458141976664122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431113608448085858.post-68252448203479383062008-10-06T10:45:00.000-07:002008-10-06T10:45:00.000-07:00oh yeah, also.joel said this to me as i was unload...oh yeah, also.<BR/>joel said this to me as i was unloading the dishwasher this weekend.<BR/>"Andrew is the gateway to the unified sub-consciousness of humanity." I forgot the context, but yes.candacemorrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431113608448085858.post-53883074721163791572008-10-06T10:21:00.000-07:002008-10-06T10:21:00.000-07:00"I began to feel slightly bad, not because I had h..."I began to feel slightly bad, not because I had hit my intended target, but because of the spectacle of its suffering. So I stomped on it. "<BR/><BR/>The spectacle of suffering.<BR/>This resonates back to a previous post about depression and how it wavers back and forth b/w feeling nothing and feeling everything.<BR/><BR/>I have been thinking about that for some time now.candacemorrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.com