And this must be how it feels to be God, I'm thinking. This ability to know all that is knowable and yet fully accept each niggling detail, each blundering contradiction. To have the intricacies of creation unfold before me, and yet for it all to have the effect of someone telling me that I am Caucasian, that my hair is red, but that I am balding slightly. It all seems so obvious.
At present, I am struck with two decisions. On the one hand, I am craving my first steps, burdened with a desire to move further along, to see what waits for me around the next turning, what junctions brimming with celestial delights am I to uncover? On the other hand, I am quite sure that I could spend eternity rooted to this particular spot, and still always being uncovering something new, something I could spend millennia exploring.
I ponder my situation for some time, before deciding that perhaps I should inspect my own broken shell, lying so elegantly in the spotlight of a dimming neon lamp. I look down upon my tattered remains, all that is left of my earthly wanderings, the final payment placed on a home the resident has since departed. Stricken with a peculiar curiosity regarding my own physical prowess, I'm just about to undo the buttons on my trousers, when I realise I am incapable of doing so. The garments slip through my grasp, my hand emerging cloth-free, like a toddler grasping at his reflection in a puddle.
No, there is nothing left for me here. Granted, I would like to see the reactions of my friends and relations, when the monstrous image is uncovered by the dawn. But, there is much to uncover, much to investigate.
I wander the streets for quite some time, taking a moment to browse through estates I had been too afraid to enter when my breath was a valuable commodity. Now, I can marvel at the murals and slogans my middle class eyes were never meant to see. I gaze upon these rather beautiful declarations of anonymous intent, these glowering eyes and skulls, these gravestones marked with the names of martyrs, the last pillars of a kingdom being torn apart before my very eyes.
Article comments
1 - Nathaniel Winn
Well, I enjoy your writing about the best of all the BlogCritics. This looks like no exception.
2 - RJ
Great stuff!
Are you going to peek into any teenage girls' windows and watch them dress? If so, save that for chapter three...
3 - Duane
Very gripping, Duke. Nice, thick vocabulary, with compelling imagery. I have provided some nitpicky comments below. I hope they are roughly consistent with what you expected. Like Nathaniel, I've always been a big fan of your movie critiques, by the way.
I think the whole thing should be written in present tense, e.g., "... rain falls....", "Thick, bilious fluid runs from the wounds....", "I taste nothing but grey....", etc. I see that some of the text is already in present tense, e.g., "I ponder my situation for some time...." I think the tense should be consistent throughout, and present tense lends some immediacy.
How's this for a first sentence? -- "I lay in the street for nearly an hour before realising that I was dead."
Then, in Paragraph 2, "...that accompanied the arrival, two hours ago, of the knife-wielding malcontent...." ?
In Paragraph 2, I think it would read better if the question, "What do I do now?" were omitted.
I would reverse the order of the last two sentences in Paragraph 3.
The word "dastardly" is a little flippant for the tone you want to convey.
The word "asunder" is used twice. Might omit one.
In Paragraph 4, how about "...unmistakably ravaged...."?
the word "declarations" is used in two adjacent paragraphs -- might change one of them
"...no blurred vision, even." Suggest "...no blurred vision."
"...relieved of its position to nestle a little further down my cheek...." Nice, but suggest a better word than "nestle." I'm not sure what, though. Something less comfortable.
"...particles spread across the bone." Nice.
"...celestial delights am I to uncover?" Suggest "...celestial delights I am to uncover."
"...and still always being uncovering...." is awkward.
millenia --> eternity ??
"rather beautiful" is a little weak here. Maybe conspicuous, gaudy, striking, dazzling?
How about "...the last pillars of a kingdom unraveling before me." ? "My very eyes" is a little worn.
"The knowledge that whatever is to become of my essence, of this spirit I so gallantly direct, it will take place within this clustered reserve." This sentence is a bit problematic. In the "it will," one's tendencey would be to associate the "it" with your essence or spirit, when you want it to refer to some kind of transformation. The "it" refers to the "whatever is to become," I think. It needs a little reworking.
A few grammatical points:
Lennon's --> Lennons (etc.)
ones --> one's
evenings revelries --> evening's revelries
Pre-natural --> preternatural (I think)
down my cheek, --> down my cheek
mindful --> mind full
creation --> Creation
what junctions --> and what junctions (smoother)
like the skin has been replaced --> as though the skin were replaced (I think that's better)
referring to myself --> referring to me
I'm looking forward to the next installment.
4 - Shark
"asunder" -- you use that word often?
Duke, lots of balls here. You must be a very non-violent guy to allow a bunch of strangers to have at your baby.
Anyway, not a bad start. Had me wanting more, which is about the most one can ask of something like this. Methinks the words sounded a tad 'formal / literary' vs your normal style and vernacular we've come to know and love hereabouts -- there might be a reason for that, but my ONLY advice to any aspiring writer is NEVER, NEVER look at a fucking thesaurus. (If the shoe, fits wear it. If it don't, ignore it.)
An aside about asking for critiques:
About 20 years ago, I gave a short story to my older brother to critique. He rewrote almost every line, stuff like:
--original: "I walked down the street and looked in a number of doorways."
he'd change to: "I strolled along the avenue and glanced into a series of entrances."
Shit like that. No notes, nothing about the plot, story, characters... just a total rewrite word for word.
Anyway, he spent that winter in a wheelchair -- and we haven't spoken since.
Best o' luck w/yer MS.
5 - Eric Olsen
Duane's editing would take care of any specifics I might have.
Engrossing concept and effusive, but not florid, execution. I like the balance between exposition and rumination. And I defintely wanted to see more.
You rock.
6 - visualsimplicity
"The occasional rat scurried past, drunken revellers cheered from alleyways lost to me forever, rain falling with discomforting glee into my opened eyes."
That appears to be one of the examples of Duane mentioning a lack of continuity in the past and present tense.
"It is quite something for one to raise one[']s arm and see that one[']s arm remains undoubtedly limp on the pavement."
Seems to be a little repetitive use of one to me. It would mean the same if it was written as "raise one's arm and see that arm remain undoubtedly limp..." no?
"To have the intricacies of creation unfold before me, and yet for it all to have the effect of someone telling me that I am Caucasian, that my hair is red, but that I am balding slightly."
That sentence sounds a little awkward to me. I'm thinking because "that I am Caucasian" is one item, and "that my hair is red, but that I am balding slightly" is another item. However, the sentence is written as if those are 3 separate items (due to the junction and placement of but, and lack of junction between Caucasian and hair).
"On the one hand, I am craving my first steps, burdened with a desire to move further along, to see what waits for me around the next turning, what junctions brimming with celestial delights am I to uncover?"
This one is sort of odd to me too. The statement is started as a sentence, but then the last part turns into a question. Maybe it can be rewritten as "...to see what waits for me around the next turning, to uncover what junctions brim with celestial delight."
And I don't know why, but I thought this was freaking hilarious:
"--original: "I walked down the street and looked in a number of doorways."
he'd change to: "I strolled along the avenue and glanced into a series of entrances."
Shit like that. No notes, nothing about the plot, story, characters... just a total rewrite word for word"
Maybe I'm just weird, but thanks Shark.
7 - visualsimplicty
Oh I forgot to add that it was a good read. I sort of miss having the "motherfucker is what" every now and then though.
8 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
folks, i refrained from commenting until now cause, basically, i didn't expect this kinda response, is what. This has been more help than my limited vocabulary could relate, and i thank you a whole hell of a lot. The editing tips have been especially helpful.
A few notes;
Shark, i didn't use a thesaurus, heh, but i'm thinking i should have. I been staring at this thing so long that i just didn't notice the repetitive nature of some of it, which is partly why i asked for folks to give an opinion. Some of these things were picked up by The Duchess when she read it, like asunder and so on, and she also suggested that the opening sentence was nowhere near as powerful as i liked to think (although she said it in a nicer way, as did you folks).
Duane and vis sim, these tips are priceless, as in worth a lot. The past-tense / present-tense thing is certainly something what needs a good seeing to. i was under the impression that the whole thing was present tense, but you're right, it flips about like there's no tomorow. (fittingly enough, i suposse, given the subject matter.)
I'm making a load of decisions right now, with the help of Eric, and also The Duchess, and these comments have aided those decisions more than you might have imagined.
Incidentally, i was thouroghly depressed last night when reading the two previous novels i menitoned in the text above, and realising that they were fucking abomnible. Oh well.
9 - Jim Carruthers
The only thing I really twigged on after a quick, distant reading was the ripped asunder stuff.
Having participated in butchery of pigs, deer, moose, and even little bunny rabbits, stabbing doesn't rip you asunder, because that is hard work which requires industrial tools.
Stabbing is quick, quiet and not too messy. Unless the character got hit by a speeding ambulance (those fuckers just don't care who they hit, because they're on their way to the hospital anyway).
Good start, though.
10 - Shark
Duke, as mentioned, I actually prefer the colloquial voice you use in your comments to the voice you've used in the piece above.
There might be a specific, plot-related reason for the narrator's langauge style, but I'd love to see you rewrite the thing more relaxed and without looking over your shoulder at your "literary/discriminate" side.
(ie after a few drinks? heh)
11 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
Jim, that right there is invaluable information. You're right, stabbing would result most likely in a load of punctured organs, hardly a body torn asunder... (incidentally, that ambulance line had me laughing like a motherfucker, is what)
Shark, you're not the only one. The biggest result of this here experiment has to been to confirm to myself that the style utilised in the majority of my witterings is much preferable to this nonsense here. How come i can write in "duke-talk" for eternity and it comes off seeming kinda fresh and funny, at least when it works, and yet this kinda stuff requires a lot of extra head-trouble, and emerges as about 10% as interesting.
Big thoughts are being thunk right about now... Thank you.
12 - RJ
Now I'm thinking about posting the first chapter to a short story I was *thinking* about completing when I was still a teen.
It's horrid, of course. But the comments would surely be helpful, as I assume they have been for you (and you are a much finer writer).
13 - Shark
RJ, don't do it.
You'll thank me someday.
14 - RJ
Yer prolly right, Sharkie. Gracias... ;)