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Poor Poetry...
After reading this article today, I have to say I'm feeling sort of depressed. I think this kind of thought is not going to save literature, or even make people interested in reading a book. We're declaring dead an artform that has flourished for centuries. I am not willing to sit back and let the novel die. In fact, I think I've got some book ( Read more... ) -
and now back to the story...
I had never known before that day how easy it was to just walk someone out of Newgate, and I think that if I had it would have inspired in me a sort of abstract terror that the surreality of our present situation was sufficient to diffuse entirely. When we left, it was with Jim Holly in tow, a silver mask over his face to hide the most visible ( Read more... ) -
--time out, musings.--
After the bomb I dropped in the story yesterday, I think that I'm going to let the story germinate over the weekend on account of anything I say now would probably just ruin it. Hopefully if I let it sit for a little while I'll come up with something brilliant to do next ( Read more... ) -
Newgate Prison, 1701 (part 2)
The way my father spoke of death chilled me. I have heard fishwives discuss inclement weather with greater passion. Anyroad, Holly gave a small sigh then, a mixture of resignation and exasperation, and replied, "Just get me out of Newgate. I'll do th' rest ( Read more... ) -
Newgate Prison, 1701
I had seen Newgate Prison countless times from the outside in my youth. It is by far one of the more fascinating buildings in London to a young boy, and thinking of the pirates, thieves, and black-hearted killers inside had always given my heart a bit of a frightened jump. It was the kind of fear one cultivates for the thrill, the sort of ( Read more... ) -
Back to the Story...
Knowing what I did then made the days seem almost unbearable. I could not meet my father's eye, I could not speak to him without thinking of him in that small subterranean chamber with her. I wondered what they might have to talk about. I wondered if they thought of me behind that closed door. This is perhaps selfish, but in the time since I ( Read more... )