Sunday, January 13, 2013
Thousand: Nine Hundred Ninety-Two
which the received version is surely garbled. You look it over. You think to yourself, I can fix it. The muffler, for example, it means that I was always a quiet baby. My mother’s smile symbolizes creative potential and it takes two to create. Stuff like that, you know. A dream doesn’t mean what it presents as, nonsense. It really means really profound shit. There’s a good reason you dreamed that. Right? Well, that’s your mind. Working away. Coming up with gods and symbols and finding faces in burnt tortillas. That’s your mind. It can be good. But it’s time
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I'd best comment here again before it's too late and these wonderful experiences are over, Glenn. I relish the image of the muffled baby and the idea of faces in tortillas. You capture so many random but ever so powerful moments.
In the last month I read through (in 1000 word sessions) all of "Thousand." And it was a fun read. There are plots and characters that recur, some even hold the stage quite awhile. But it's more like a dream than a story.
I didn't think the narrator would be lecturing the reader about meaning as the project wrapped up. I wouldn't have planned it that way. But, as with everything else in "Thousand," that's what started happening ...
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