posted by
nightbird at 10:04pm on 19/06/2009 under be a magpie, creativity is collage, post-apocalyptic americana
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I'm at odds with a story I've been harboring for a long, long time and the kind of story I want to tell these days. The soundtracks don't match up: the story is old world, and all I can think is dusty American spaces, faded bricks and big skies and huge muddy rivers and rusting pick-up trucks and radio static and empty train tracks and tall grasses and people who love God in churches no one has heard of.
I'm trying to make the playlist for the novel I haven't found the shape of, and it's all Neko Case and Tom Waits and Kris Delmhorst and Iron & Wine. The other one is Lhasa de Sela and Trio Mediaeval.
I miss back roads and backwoods and violently alive greenery and the smell of the air. It's something in the light. There's nothing modern in the other story; the story I want to write is the scraps of modernity.
Maybe I'm trying to fix the wrong novel.
I'm trying to make the playlist for the novel I haven't found the shape of, and it's all Neko Case and Tom Waits and Kris Delmhorst and Iron & Wine. The other one is Lhasa de Sela and Trio Mediaeval.
I miss back roads and backwoods and violently alive greenery and the smell of the air. It's something in the light. There's nothing modern in the other story; the story I want to write is the scraps of modernity.
Maybe I'm trying to fix the wrong novel.