William Dickerson's Blog, page 2
June 25, 2012
Untitled
What can one really title a blog? Therefore: Untitled.
I've never blogged before, so I thought I'd give it a shot late at night before I went to bed. Been reading Faulkner lately -- "As I Lay Dying," specifically -- while in bed, before I turn out the lights; probably not the best thing to read before drifting off into sleep, on account of the title and the challenging shifts in point-of-view and demanding regiolect.
But there's nothing quite like nodding off after reading the chapter that begins and ends with the sentence: "My mother is a fish." My blogs can only aspire to produce something close to that angular and to-the-point.
Perhaps I'll try writing later and later, and see what springs forth unto the keys and materializes within this LCD-lit, blue-outlined box that begs me, and countless others, for text.
Goodnight, all.
-wd
I've never blogged before, so I thought I'd give it a shot late at night before I went to bed. Been reading Faulkner lately -- "As I Lay Dying," specifically -- while in bed, before I turn out the lights; probably not the best thing to read before drifting off into sleep, on account of the title and the challenging shifts in point-of-view and demanding regiolect.
But there's nothing quite like nodding off after reading the chapter that begins and ends with the sentence: "My mother is a fish." My blogs can only aspire to produce something close to that angular and to-the-point.
Perhaps I'll try writing later and later, and see what springs forth unto the keys and materializes within this LCD-lit, blue-outlined box that begs me, and countless others, for text.
Goodnight, all.
-wd
