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15000 wordies? that's a darn short story, or one of my long and meandering chapters. if a read is captivating from the get-go, 15k is a snap-crackle-pop and then the read is over!  Then "boo-hoo" cries the reader, and then ... and then... and then hopefully the reader wants more... and more... and more! "Yeah, more words for me to eat scribe!!! ", they'll scream!

Celine's... Journey to the End of the Night (wtf is that?)...used ellipsis thingies throughput... nothing else... except mean and cutting letters of our pumping alphabet... long novel, man... long novel of war and man's  head-long journey into existential thingies... and bad medicine...

no chapter headings... paragraphs/... hew and faaaar between!... always on the hurdy-gurdy-wordy run... like music to my ears it was... man... music with an always-flowing dance melody for the mind to chew on... always moving forward with frothing-mad cynical and sarcastic characters whose words burned your socks off at each turn of the page... captivating.... made you think man... made you think

His novel was like a new kind of music, as, you see,  Celine discovered a form of wordy rhythms to keep the reader on the downbeat and the not-so-upbeat, by using his own form of wordy syncopations. Novel means new, novel mean different... and, if it ain't got the swing, it don't mean a thing!  Lit-fic is art, sometimes for art's sake... boring, boring, boring! 15K words, if on fire... sure, why not?

If an idea is captivating to a reader you can write shite upside down, backwards,  forwards, square and round and they'll glue themselves to it like flies to s^&t, even if it ain't s^$t.

One of my eyes was release from prison recently, so as moderator, I wanted to chime in with a one-eyed  ramble. Next month my left eye is to be released from it's blurry, double-vision prison and I'll be back in-full with 20-15 vision and visions of massive perceptions to write strange and wonderful things in a motivated moderator like of way... I hope.

Actually, I have been dead for two years. I am reanimated and ready to moderate, what ever that means. Ramble... ramble... ramble...

SECRETARY

I thought that was a movie about a horse. I once had a SECRETARY, back in the days when I was the man, the  earthworm mogul and soul-proprietor of Master Bait Farms of California

SECRETARY,,, oh man, my SECRETARY, she always had bright red fingernails, long blonde locks and a devious sexy smile when we dug with our fingers into pounds—yes ponds!— of wiggling and frantic red earthworms.

TOgether, during long nights under hot infrared lights, we picked red-wigglers from moist peat moss and gloried in the sensual feel of slime and wiggle and the frenzy of our millions of red-wigglers.

We fell in love and made love in the manured beds on millions of red worms, worms undulating under us  in their soiled beds below our craving bodies. We covered our young and budding bodies in olive oil and corm meal, and then allowed the red-wigglers to roll and cavort and slither-slide  over us in sexual lust-filled slimeulation.

I took various gardening implements and used them as tools of  sexual provocation on her, and on the worms. She loved it, especially the double-forked hoe! We were both hooked on this wonderfully aberrant sex... as were the worms, as they smiled and sang romantic songs in their beds of packaged peat moss during the delivery to fishermen and earthworm affectionadoes.

I must admit now, after so many years of guilt and shame— I made her do unnatural acts with my earthworm bounty— things that even De Sade would have blanched and vomited over.

We sent our sexually enlightened orgy-fed red worms to millions of  fishermen in North America and points beyond (where ever fish live)...

I'm warming up the writing mind. But remember, when you place that hook into the red worm, when fishing or engaging in red wiggler torture, they are really made of tiny bands of muscles, of 50 Shades of Gray and one thick pulsating, thick muscle where the hook is placed.

Man, I am so weird sometimes!... most of the time.

IMHO - Billy Joel creates catchy dance music with so-so melodic lines, my humble opinion. I never listen to lyrics. What I want to hear from two oldies preformin'...  these madmen in concert, ZZ Top and Jeff Beck. WOW!

Now Sting, on the other hand, he pushes into the realm where many polymaths venture into, that being the arts and it's many different forms.... a.k. a., Musiic 'n- Stuff. And, he does most of the other stuff well well! However, the lute venture was so-so.

Another Music and Stuff artist I admire is Steve Van Stant: massive guitarist!, producer, writer, director, ACTOR, etc. Lillyhammer. have you seen it?

But what inspired me to write in this forum was my NEW right eye and near-perfect vision (one of two cataract surgeries this year, the second eye will be operated on in three weeks). I will finally see LIFE AND TIMES again!!!

Anyway, during my eyeball's recovery, I hooked into YouTube's  old and odd composers of the 19th Century. I ran across Cyril Scott. During eyeball  recovery I've listened to his performance of his original composition of  Lotus Land dozens of times. I consider this the best short, mystery NOVEL every written. It's impossible for me not to dance it to in my wheelchair or listen to it without venturing deep into my pain-killer propped-up mind. I hear my life story play out with its questions and conundrums and circumlocutions, an the never-ending crap-flingings that covered me and laid me low over the past 5 years, etc.

In 50 years, some damaged writer, musician, electrical engineer, coder, surfer, runner... like myself, may reach into YOuTube and discover Sting and Billy Joel and Steve Van Stant, Beck, etc,.. all over again and find solace and pieces of minds, perhaps.

And, the point being, max keanu? the ever-flowering artist, like most of us here, needs more than one avenue to pursue; to chase whatever it is inside us that makes us reach into the heart and bowels and nervous system of arts and writing and philosophy and the humanities. BTW- my typing fingers are finally returning after 78 IvIgG infusions costing so far, $625,000! Thank God for insurance. (HSCT next, I prey for it daily!!! U2 GP?

ANYWAY KIDS, Cyril Scott -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7dAhrr7Vlk

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Cyril Scott wrote a total of forty one books
plus innumerable articles for magazines and journals.

His writings embraced a wide variety of subjects,
including alternative medicine, ethics, philosophy,
Occultism, music, Christianity and humour.

Cyril Scott published five volumes of poetry and two verse translations.
He also wrote lyrics for many of his songs
and the libretti for his operas.

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Hydrocele operation is also on the table this month (Hydrocele repair is surgery to correct the swelling of the scrotum that occurs when you have a hydrocele, LOL) and HSCT and then, and THEN ... max may make a comeback on this site!

I think this may be the most I've written in 3 yars... thanks for reading this blather, LOL.

I'm keen on Louis Bayard. He takes classic writers (and writing styles) and then trips them into the mighty-fantastic, all the while, paying tribute to the likes of Dickens, Poe and others (I hope)... Mr. Timothy and One Pale Blue Eye are books that play out the hidden stories and lives; the known and unknown fascinations between the lines and spines of classic authors.

To see just how deep a writer can slice into the human soul and consciousness without spilling all the blood of Victorian writing styles, I like to read Joseph Conrad: VICTORY, End of the Tether, Aylmer's Folly; these being my favorites in the shorter realms of his works.

When one attempts to rewrite a classic novel, as a contemporaneous or present day screenplay, you definitely engage and manipulate the organs, entrails and the white/grey matter of the brain and spine of the writer you're attempting to eviscerate.

Speaking of evisceration... This month and next: Two cataract operations, one long-overdue hydrocele operation and plasma exchange for CIDP.

If successful, I will then change my pen name to Frankenkeanu.
Just wondering? Did Frankenstein ever have his eyes checked? BTW- I hated that novel.

Talk about site bugs... that old communal outhouse had cockroaches, mealy worms, Ebola infected bats, blue flies, horse flies, tetste flies, a hornet's nest, and a honey badger lived under the outhouse... And, there was a computer, a Wang computer... but little Billy-Bob-Junior-Boy Smithers' computer was full of old Trojans and other hacker-attack goobers and mucky malware that gummed up gol-dang works!  But we was able to watch "Lives of the Rich and Famous" in that outhouse. Got pretty dang crowded with Ma, Pa, and my 30 brother(uncles) and sisters (aunts) piling in.

Did I veer off the tread theme? Jethro says I done did. That boy got book learning under his belt!

http://www.forummatrix.org/

Cool TV... just discovered  this, on both Amazon/Netflic, RIPPER STREET. I hate all vids/movies with men wearing suits $ ties and women with 'the look' of Madison Ave. I now only watch period pieces, preferably before 1930, BBC and PBS top the list of producers.

I'm looking forward to the musical version of The Heart of Darkness with Seth Rogan and James Franco

And acrylic nails... I played with those also. At times one would fly off into the audience and land in someone's vichyssoise ... lol. Upkeep on fingernails, hair, clothing and smiling was a full-time occupation.

GP, I want you to take up the guitar and someday we can get together and try this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcsSPzr7ays

BTW- here is a video of my children playing a concert in NK:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSedE5sU3uc

I published the most profound avant-garde science fiction novel in the history of the Internet (PRUNELLA) through an Indian publisher in serial installments. Even though I never finished it (illness), a year later I found it being hocked on sites from evil terrorist lands to used car dealerships in Canada.

One note: I now understand it was just too avant-garde for the likes of tNBW (har-har). I also realize that dagnee, my only steadfast reviewer for this comic masterpiece, is a true genius!

Funny... "Never know who you're gonna suck in front of"

I played the Terrace Restaurant at The Ritz, years ago. I played music for the rich to chew by. One night Kurt Mazur and his wife sat right is front of me, and man did I SUCK that night!

And right at this moment I actually hear the mistakes I made that night in the specific songs/phrases I played while he was there.

And you ask , "who the hell is Kurt Mazur?" LOL