My postal problems have come to an end. For the time being. Funny how a day after I called the national number and, after posting here, received an apology from the vendor, the package just showed up. 13 days in limbo, no one to scan it’s lonely barcode, and it shows up here, and four hours earlier than the mailman normally shows up.
We pause for an emergency song break. It has come to my attention some of you have not listened to this today. I’m sure it’s just an oversight on your part.
I misplaced a desktop orphan. I’m not sure it was any good, it was heading somewhere though. I think it didn’t live long enough for that to be apparent. I had this reverse spontaneous generation idea; flies buzzing around a body, all dropping dead and the man rises. The orphan was a few paragraphs of foreshadowing the story of how the guy might have got dead and covered in flies in the first place. The magic was going to be in the wording of the punchline. A magic I have obviously misplaced as well.
Oh well, it’s the kind of thing when the right words come I can just write down the punchline and build a story around it.
James Cain was a a kind of famous pulp writer, um, mystery/crime/cop writer of, I want to say fifties, but lets add a smattering of forties and sixties in there, he wrote a lot. He wrote things like The Postman always rings twice. I read maybe a dozen of those, maybe less, felt like a dozen. All the ones I read worked backwards or forwards but started with the crime. I mean they weren’t whodunit’s they were how they got away with or didn’t get away with’s. It’s an interesting approach, or it is eleven times.
It must be hard to construct a story that way, it seemed difficult to stop constructing stories that way for James Cain once he started. I don’t know, they made some of his novels into movies and he sold a lot. So it worked. As romantic as being a starving artist might be to a twenty year old, it get’s tiresome later. When I think of the term sold out I don’t think of the traditional sense; made art commercial to make a buck. I think artists should get paid. Usually what I mean by sold out is that they quit making stuff I like.
Ok, postal issues resolved, somewhere down the crazy river, I must be done.
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