…And this is based on something read on Lemon Hound here, and at Alone on a Boreal Stage here. Because of the excellent blogging I discover at both blogs, I decided to tackle a small project of my own, inspired in a way by all women writers. I’ve been thinking a bit about this line from Lemon Hound:

“What if Susan Sontag had blogged? What if Gertrude Stein or Mina Loy had blogged?”

So, naturally I wondered, because I am most familiar with her work, what if Gertrude Stein had blogged?

So I decided to procrastinate renovating my computer room (usually the opposite happens where I procrastinate writing and renovate) and attempt to do some small writing exercises based on the works of these writers, and other writers that never had the opportunity to blog, to write some stuff in emulation, and hopefully create something of my own in return. I’m going to start small today (these will hopefully get more intricate as I think on them more, or not) and work my way up in the next few weeks to something bigger and better.

A Blog

A well. An inked mountain. Inky swell. Hanging of the hat. Headspace; the rest coming. An opening. Daybreak sliced back in peelings. Sewing into what has been hidden. A needling in. The weeded container of what sprouts in rows. A garden. A rose hipped in the nose of morning. Line of dew. Dropped. The plural hoe, digging through. Dug. Dust. A spot underneath. Rubbed away. Running away. Carried on the backs of furrows.