Status Updates From The Bloodstone Papers

It’s me, not Glenn.
Stop. Imagine. Feel the second. Inhale and exhale for 10 seconds, tape your thoughts as they come. Only simple words. Then go back: make sentences out of them, or paintings, sing them if you like. Give them faces. Comparables, metaphors. Feel them. Dig. Deeper. Reflect. Rewrite. Repeat. Ask yourself why. Why did you nurse those babies?

Duncan is so corageous. I truly admire his writing

“Rain announces itself in soft >>pits<< on the window. I look up as if I’ve been shyly addressed. I still have intimations of the planet’s aliveness, occassionally, until my educated self steps in and in a moment quietly re-murders the world.”

“They want a story with a beginning, a middle and an end. I’ve told them: every beginning is fraudulent, every middle arbitrary, every ending an illusion.”