Interactive Intertextual Narratives, open for discourse on writing and writers, politics and protests, culture and (dis) continuity. A space for critical thinking to explore genre, disruption, and reading.
I write. I read. I query. I campaign for writing across genres. I yearn for stimulating discussions about writing, narrative, politics, culture and whatever comes to mind. My desire to share my published writing nudged me into cyberspace. My name as the blog title is designed for easy retrieval for the interested person to find and read my mind. Once here please leave a comment. I have wanted a blog lone enough to seem like forever.
My living room is my workspace and refuge (most times). The setting, a gray double chaise, sagging from versatility (my writing space by day, my partner’s workout bench in the morning, his respite when he arrives home from the office where he channel surfs until he rides gently to sleep) set next to the window with a view of the East River Queens’ transformation from industrial sprawl to an affordable alternative to Manhattan reflected in its glassine currents.
Light transits the sky; time told in the color of cumulus linings. Hot pink seeps into stout brick and mortar factory buildings, slides down spanking glass high-rises. The borough, in the setting sun, sits on a hill distant and seductive like a city somewhere on across the Atlantic. The neon red Pepsi sign floats on the evening sky a disembodied spirit of nostalgia. The United Nations building reflected in the mirrored column wall beside the window it façade dyed pink by the police critical response unit’s reds strobes blurred, in winter storms, by snowfall.
I dwell for short periods in a room of my own. The hours spent writing, reading, and researching, most often Phillip Glass playing in the background. Years have accumulated listening to the same playlist.
A MFA in Creative Writing from City College I luxuriate in solitary hours removed from the quotidian distractions. My literary quest for specifically counter-narratives was informed by Dale Bauer’s essay, “Kate Chopin’s: Having and Hating Tradition.” Edna Pontellier “lacked a mother tongue to express a specifically feminine desire.” What is a mother tongue? What desire is specifically feminine? My inquiry prompted by these two questions has liberated my writing practice.
Interactive Intertextual Narratives is a place opened to the discourse on writing, a place to inform narrative through literary theory particularly but not exclusively Feminist Literary Theory, a place to make a community from disparate complementary (argumentative) voices.