On facebook, Laura Ellen Scott says, “Interesting novels have stuff in them.” She suggests that rather than advertising our texts with formal reviews, we make lists of the stuff inside them. So here’s your activity for the day: In the comment thread, let’s make stuff lists. Could be your own book, could be one you really like. Then maybe when we’re done we can like, I don’t know, come up with something to do with all that stuff.
I guess I should start us off or something, right?
Okay, here is some stuff from a recent project of mine:
starched dresses from Talbot’s hanging in dry cleaner’s plastic
children’s torture games
houses and cars
OK… have at it!
13 thoughts on “What’s your stuff?”
Okay, I’ll play:
magic bubble gum
Love it. From my current project:
Rare white rhinos
The 1919 White Sox
A gold-plated tie pin
I’m also a big fan of Microsoft Word’s Autosummarize feature. Here’s a taste of what my novel in progress (43,000 words) looks like when compressed to a few sentences:
Clara asks. Clara focuses her attention on Nia Patterson. “Nia?”
Nia looks up with pleading eyes.
Nia’s eyes turn from water to ice. “Nia?” Clara prods. Nia mumbles something, crosses her left leg over her right. “I don’t know,” Nia says. This surprises Clara. Clara prefers it in many ways. Sometimes Clara feels like nothing changes.
Linda shakes her head. Clara nods, watches the fresh coffee drip into the pot slowly, so slowly.
hehe this is a fun activity.
the novel i’m working on:
adolescent queer obsession
hysteria at the grocery store
my chapbook c. exigua:
wandering tongues (literally)
the chicago kiss (open mouth kiss without tongues, contrasted with french kiss)
mass waves of public vomiting
sarcastic redemptive hetero narrative
childhood female friendship
the video poem that’s taken me a year to get going on the soundtrack part:
whenever i write anything, i always start with a list of generative signifiers, or a scrapbook. here’s the scrapbook for my book in progress:
from two new poems:
fountains of bleach
sad sad veal
rolls of twenty dollar bills covered in lotion
laces and straps
and more than one flock of sheep
These lists are so fun! Here’s some stuff from the first few pages of my upcoming book:
an extremely dangerous but aromatic book
a nodule of unrepentant significance
the “æsthetic space age” of the dead
Writing this while food-poisoned, weeee…
Novel I wrote:
Sappho and Aphrodite as illegal Turkish girls in Europe 2007
Manic postcards from detention center in Europe addressed to women of Sappho’s poetry
Foreign-girl-ness of Audrey Hepburn, esp. in Roman Holiday
Fake German passports
Justin Timberlake’s Futuresex/Lovesounds album
August 2007 issue of Vogue Paris with Claudia Schiffer on the cover + interview with Carla Bruni (just before Sarkozy)
Voracious eating, constipation
Shopping-terror at H&M
Prostitutes and hotel maids
Ovid’s Tristia, Dante’s Divine Comedy, Wittgenstein’s On Certainty +++
English and German grammar/idiom guides
French translation of Uncle Tom’s Cabin
Book of poems I’m writing:
Bad translation of Voltaire’s Candide
Candida, the internal and rhizomatic fungal infection
Sex slave camps
Tortured monsters in Greek myth
Masturbating in Versailles
A cover of Hirata Toshiko’s poem “A Woman’s Life”
Disappearance of Anna Lee Skarin of the Latter Day Saints
Washing one’s face with menstrual-bloodied panties to ensure a lifetime of perfect skin
How a homeless woman in Paris spit on me, then called me dirty, when I tried to give her a meringue
Bad guest as revolutionary figure
Radical refusal of sacrifice in Sailormoon
Aaliyah’s “Are You That Somebody”
Nicki Minaj’s “Blazin’”
Missy Elliot’s “Get Ur Freak On”
Let me say first, the list of stuff in Laura’s forthcoming novel sounds really great. I won’t attempt it, but hopes she posts about the dying wishes.
From my forthcoming novel, The Snow Whale:
Office cubes and desk doodles.
Past lives and ballroom dancing.
The oldest continuously settled town in North America.
The eating of raw bacon.
A Russian sub.
A top secret Navy sonar station.
A bowhead whale migration.
A DNA ancestry test.
An Inupiat chief with a glass eye and a grudge.
A seventeen-year-old aspiring filmmaker.
A white whale.
A dream sequence.
A last line copped from Chekhov.
Atticus Books – July 2011.
the wrong elvis
Donna D. V.
Death Wishing/Ig Publishing/ Oct 2011
Stuff my short story chap-mansuscript, six stories:
kiwis (yup, kiwis the strawberry-banana fruit) as weapons
lungs clogged with powdered sugar
diet soda as aphrodisiac
fitting room fantasy
tender young girly-feelings
brown ripped abs, late August
OK, my current novel project, which I don’t think is the shiniest example of this sort of thing:
nomadic family groups
spelling bee hosts in bad bee costumes
homo-erotic wrestling matches
french fries flavored with human spit
a full lunar eclipse on the winter solstice
a bald man in a Santa hat who may or may not survive to the next draft
more fight scenes than I can currently figure out how to choreograph
a biologist in black and white striped stockings
a car crash
a midnight race