Parasitic Lit

This was a fun project that Steve Finbow invited me to be part of: Parasitic Lit. The entire Joycean text is comprised of first sentences from abandoned stories. My line, "the air and the winds are the sea-goddess's dreams" was from a project that never got beyond that first line and some notes. I had ambitiously intended to write a whole mythology of Taiwan. (One can guess why that didn't work out. How does one set out to write an entire mythology? Transcribe one, or finish reading one, maybe...)

Crow Eats Bunny Dream

I saw a crow eating a bunny that looked like it had been hit by a car mid-leap and fallen on its side into the grass. The crow was picking at an extended thigh. The bunny was light brown and fuzzy. The scene made me sadface.

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Don’t look at me. In the glass box at the Museum

of Natural Arts, a placard: Emo Stick Insect.

It sleeps, looks defeated.