Enjoy this little flash, Crazy Bears published by the always wonderful Spelk Fiction, by Kapka Nilan.
It’s easy to see how this story could spin out into everything else. I think that’s what I like most about flash fiction, the suggestion that there is more — a connecting cosmos of people, feeling and moment. Here we are helped with the idea of travel and sense of not having a home — a doctor with desires to always move on whose child always gets bruised.
I have three poems out in Bone & Ink right now. Another Essay, a poem which uses the “pick interesting things from a book and then build out a poem from the scraps” methodology on a really charming/trashy book called Torture Throughout The Ages, and a very light bit of verse which embarrassingly I feel does a “wot if nature woz an iPhone tho?” thing.
You can read these poems over here.
I am very resistant to mentions of technology or brands in my poetry. It might be because it cheapens it in some ways. Other people seem to like it. I mentioned an iPhone once over here, which was, I suppose, really, me just borrowing a line from Ariel Pink’s Picture Me Gone.
“I left my body down in Mexico / Give the find my iPhone app a try”
But even in homage/parody/whatever I am resistant to it, it feels like the breaking of a spell. Not sure what kind of “purity” I am looking for here, but I think I am resisting a fixed point in time — as if the text is meant to last forever, remaining fresh.
This article, about the idea of novels in flash, is extremely good at exploring the form.
The form is described as a series of flash fictions that create an overarching theme/story while also being consumable as separate flash pieces.
David Mitchell once discussed how he was planning to make Slade House a series of 100 short chapters (or was it 1000?). I feel this is similar, the idea of micro-stories building up to a whole.
Part of me thinks of the idea of NiF as a genre that didn’t need inventing, or wouldn’t need inventing if there wasn’t a strange distrust of short novels or novellas. Short, experimental work that uses a mixture of forms exists all over the place, but little identifies as NiF in the way Bottled Goods does. I’m looking forward to how standalone each piece could be, as it appeals to the intertextuality and networking I love the most about my favourite writers.
This week’s song is a really good mix by Jimmy Munoz, titled: A 4 G 3 L 0 Mix
It’s full of low grooves and R&B stuff. I got quite a lot done while listening to it.
Thanks for reading Etch To Their Own. Next week is issue #100 and I have nothing planned for you at all, much like the Dalmatians, it’s possible the 101 one will be the miraculous one. I’m finally reading Kaveh Akbar’s Calling A Wolf A Wolf and it is exactly as good as I was hoping. We need some new conventions, naming conventions for files containing poetry. Sam’s Visual Verse poem has appeared which is fun to compare with mine and the others for the similarities that arise from starting from the same image — creases, folds, and a sense of home.