tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407058407753345083.post7626506214224513648..comments2014-12-07T11:04:05.115-06:00Comments on Postcard Fiction Collaborative: UntitledAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559084906353145855noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407058407753345083.post-50693733453493660692010-04-23T11:57:45.633-05:002010-04-23T11:57:45.633-05:00This time there was a turning in each of the stori...This time there was a turning in each of the stories where I feel we each came round to stare out of the words, the way thoth-hermes occasionally stares at you from the spaces between letters, or the way Ferris addresses the audience while he is taking the shower. It seems more than a presentation, a little sliver of it slipping out of the narrative to come back round on itself an ouroboros, staring back at its tale as it swallows, or is it staring ahead?<br /><br />There is that sense of a glance backwards over our shoulders at our backs as we glance backwards over our shoulders.William Owenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18380003794402258523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407058407753345083.post-76620290765302738362010-03-29T15:02:31.266-05:002010-03-29T15:02:31.266-05:00These are fantastic titles (and ideas). I love the...These are fantastic titles (and ideas). I love the stony insistence of these stories. They are small and hard. Measurement by Forrest and Maker by Bill have similar, abstract, surreal notions — fiery. “A fucking blue aura taming her.” “This is how it sticks: neo-agent orange.” They both end powerfully with the adamance of a suggestion/question that cannot be denied. Soon, You Will Have to Worry by Beth seems to me to be a conversation with William Cullen Bryant and specifically the poem, “Thanatopsis,” mentioned in the piece. It is a equally pensive, but doesn’t take agree with the optimism of the poem. We will have to worry — there is no getting around it, as inevitable as death. Alone in the Woods by Alan takes an allegorical tone. What a brilliant name for a character. And there is inevitability here, too: “This went on for a very long time. The end.” It is perhaps still going on, as we all do. What are we as human if not either alone or not alone. And finally The Last Bonfire by Johanna continues this theme of friendship and termination which ends, optimistically and negatively, with the desire not to step on anyone. Sometimes our achievements are judged through absence. <br /><br />I’m always blown away by how great all the stories are and how they often pick up on similar themes. It’s a pleasure for me to post your stories and sit down to study them.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15559084906353145855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-407058407753345083.post-79544500290279893152010-03-29T12:40:53.199-05:002010-03-29T12:40:53.199-05:00Right now, I'm thinking of titles (for this pr...Right now, I'm thinking of titles (for this project as a whole, for future submissions, for things unrelated, etc.) and our contributions are giving me some ideas:<br /><br />Someone took a picture.<br /><br />courageous in the dark<br /><br />Where would you like it to burn if not in your dreams?<br /><br />glad it was new enough<br /><br />tiny night dustAlan Semerdjianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01312626695659048927noreply@blogger.com