Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts

Friday, November 25, 2005

21. why Vinola can't read

Vinola with hands over ebook – always hands, never eyes. Ina thinks she can’t read; Michæl checks with Vinola herself.
Vinola: "Reading is same but sluggish."
Michæl: "Little letters under your eyes, that’s diff’rent baby."
Michæl invokes Ina:
"Please, do tell her..."
Ina shrugs.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

30.

Michæl's enlightment made him a bore. He cracked codes by their form. Not knowing the language. Barely had he seen it and just knew what was it about. He saw auras. He would open an ebook randomly, take a deep breath and utter:
- Less linking words.
And close it. One day, he wrote back to a writer who had asked for his advice:
"You can’t write something down with the secret ingredient missing and hope people won't notice. They do. They let you get away with it once, for they know sometimes you need the divisa, but you can’t forget the thing twice, that’s unforgivable. In this scenario, you better start networking."

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

31.

Michæl was reading a nouveau roman taking place in Alpha Centauri when it came in an unsolicited original. They always did, but this one was by Oona Nani. Oona Nani was sending him ebooks. Oona Nani was important.
She sells shells. Michæl had an anaphylactic shock just as he read the title. He was found on the floor, shaking.
When he could speak again, he asked them to please put that ebook away from him. He needed a breath. Wow.
Isabel: You bullshitter.
Ina: Go to hell.

Friday, July 09, 2004

46. Liquidator

I came to make you write a lot, a lot, and not necessarily about myself. At the begginning what was it? The Word. I made you speak how? In tongues. And I told you all to spread what? The Godspell. Monks copied for me. At the light of the press, don't you forget, the book was about me. Some centuries later, someone comes, gets it all digital, and everyone starts writing for the enemy. That's just great. Everything gets spreaded, nothing concentrates; and, the worse, no one writes worthy stuff.
But fear not; I'm back so I can liquidate this. By the way, call me Liquidator. Drink the glass of water and shun away this heavy burden. Come with me. I have something greater. Drink the glass of water.