When Urania was young/ All thought her heavenly/ With age her eyes grow larger/ But her form unmaidenly

Monday, July 12, 2004

Lurching Frankenstein

Still thinking about editing, especially other-suggested editing. No problem with the analytic writer - even in an enormously complex, interrelated work (thinking about the agonies of cutting down an information-packed first paragraph, where each word had been placed for exploitation later) - since ultimately each piece is still ultimately a product of conscious intention. Wha about those organic types, where things just "feel" right. Whereas I can test suggestions, think about them, do they make sense - how do you operate when it's just a question of what feels right? I can plug a sorts of lego pieces in-and-out - but if something is "organic" - does it mean that attempting to do so results in a stitched-up monster, of unmatching dead parts and an overly obvious cranium? Or can you somehow end up with an Edward Scissorhands, poetry in spite?

2 Comments:

Blogger Paul said...

Well, the wee little adolescents that buy must of the stuff seem to need more Terry Brooks than Jonathan Lethem.

Wait - you said "well-turned." Never mind.

Anyway, I say - why sell out if They don't make you a beeter offer than They seem to be wont to do?

4:32 PM

 
Blogger Paul said...

The Game must be worth the Candle.

9:45 PM

 

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