Writing by Earle Martin - constrained pieces
2002-05-20
This is an experiment. I want to see how easy it is to write two hundred words on a given topic. At the moment, the topic that I've given myself is "Writing two hundred words on a given topic". It doesn't seem that difficult; all I have to do is relax and let the words spill out onto the screen through the action of my fingers on the keyboard. I wonder how difficult it is to write professionally? After all, that's the same sort of thing, only on a larger scale - say, fifty or sixty thousand words on a particular topic. It can be true (non-fiction), or false (fiction) - it has to start and finish and have a middle. Depending on your style, or the way you're styling your writing in a particular case, you can do it in different ways. I guess you just have to have a topic that you know you can write that much about. I guess you need a plan, which certainly isn't the case at the moment - I really don't know how this is going to turn out. It's totally random. It's not being aided by the bad music I can hear leaking through from outside my headphones. You should probably have a carefully arranged space to write in, an idealized area for contemplation and transliteration.
It seems I've passed two hundred already. That was easier than I thought.
2002-04-25
funky party music plays crowd rocks happy woman raves madly bloke spies gives smile tries dance moves badly woman smirk bloke point woman looks spies large blimp above looks again tired bloke isn't there
2002-04-22
considering
dangerous
thought
leads
out
I
can
sense
freedom
beckoning
cryptically
2002-04-21
This is writing with a particular point. That said, it's difficult to bring such words to light, if you can't say any with a particular part (fifth in list of Latin word parts, a, b, c, d...). I would try and talk about my day, but it's difficult; and I'm fairly lazy right now. I think I will try various writing goals as days pass, working up to a crazy froth of words, and a good quantity, not just an absurdly small snatch of it.2002-04-20 (2)
I am now into style harder complex thoughts demanding increasing terminology lexicography typographic complexity absurdity nonsense phrases shrink down now to 0
2002-04-20 (1)
This is a block of text, in which all the lines are the same number of letters (and other symbols) long. It has no real purpose except that it displays a simple method of writing in a constrained style. With any luck, I can continue producing words in an apparently endless flow.
Tale (2001)
Rain over Axis City. Over your head, pink neon sign - buzz, wink, buzz, wink - says: Live Orgy Here, Wild Romp This Nite Only, Tiny Cost. Dank back ways hide many bums. Some weep with real pain; many wait, mute, hope lost, mind dull - only Styx doom will come next. Dogs bark, drag dead rats into bins, then chew them.
Back home, Acid Head Alan goes over that edge, rapt, into gold axon foam, busy blue fire, cube rust math sums, Dali fury. Hazy Carl sits near, pipe bowl full with best dope, lips limp, eyes shut. Geek guys lurk next door: they hack RISC code - calm gone, wild with fuel (java, Jolt Cola, cigs), they hurl bits into flux, data gone amok. Next they stop, rest, chat, read mail. Then toil once more - them node jams need more work.
1000 ECHO "GAME OVER"
2000 GOTO 1000