Tag: Friday Fictioneers

The Empties

On By NW FilbertIn absence, being, creative writing, fiction, fragments, Friday Fictioneers, Loss, meaning, Science, Writing14 Comments

It has been a long time since I’ve participated in the stellar Friday Fictioneers writing challenge and consortium, hosted and enabled by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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In many times of my life, this simple challenge has kept my creative writing inertia active when seemingly the rest of my life-world was mitigating against it (such as currently).  I am happy to join this group again, and hopefully contribute small pieces of worth… and ensure my pen stays active.  Thank you Friday Fictioneers!

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The Empties

For ages, they spoke about ‘the Empties.’  Of everything, they said.  No emotion, no perception, no experience, or meaning.  No one would know.  Even absence would be left behind.  We imagined, but really hadn’t.  It must have come.  If/then occurred.  This be ‘the Empties.’  There is no knowing.  There is no happens.  There is no history or time.  Perhaps no space.  A strange again of Only Things.

Composition

On By NW FilbertIn Experimenctes, Writing24 Comments

for Friday Fictioneers – January 31, 2014

Composition

Copyright -Claire Fuller

He heads to the room in the attic.  This is where it happens, where it all occurs.  Everything needed is there, at the ready.  A factory for making.  The tools and materials – this is where the work gets done.  Such a tiny place – 53 cm of circular feedback.  Yet somehow within it expands.  Almost limitlessly, it seems.  Whatever is needed appears, is created, invented – “on the spot” manufacturing “just in time.” Manufabulating.  Manuscripting.  You can almost make out all the details – electricity, wiring, elaborate connections – the inside, the outside, and back – and yet how it gets done is quite hazy.

photo by Claire Fuller

A Letter of Yearning Light – Friday Fictioneers 1-17-2014

On By NW FilbertIn Art, Experimenctes, Writing18 Comments

Copyright - Erin Leary

It mingles as I tarry here.  Fence and branches joining what they distinguish.  From here to there I yearn.  Details all so near.  In my reaching they grow hazy.  I long for you.  I follow.  I wander.  Toward you?  From me?  Out beyond?

There was a time.  It’s lost its focus.  Forward, back, I cannot tell.  I am here.  A something-is divides us.  Even as it joins.  I reach across.  I feel you back.  And yet.

Yet not.  The moony sun illuminates.  Draws attention.  Drawing all the lines connecting us, all the angles between.

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Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Erin Leary‘s image

for the continuous and faithful prompts to compose 100 words

responding to instigating images and the Friday Fictioneers participants

We are Registry

On By NW FilbertIn Experimenctes, Photography, Writing6 Comments

Friday Fictioneers, July 26, 2013

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Between you and me, of myriad conduits, the others.  We set out.  Toward.  Send messages made of signs and symbols, ripples, waves – our gestures.  We move.  Where we are.  It resonates.  When you touch down and look in my direction, molecules dither, there is some concord.  Generation. Gravitation.  I do not believe in “flow,” or that everything is One.  You set out, we are in relation.  Things pull, things press.  Hearing dribbles in the brain and puddles.  Echoes something else.  I am here.  I will be.  I set out.  Between the myriad conduits and air, water, fire.  We breathe.  We become a ground.  We register.

N Filbert 2013

Cycling

On By NW FilbertIn Experimenctes, Writing7 Comments

for Friday Fictioneers – 19 July 2013

Copyright -Anelephantcant

Cycling

Round and round and round it goes.  You get used to the cycles.  Daily, monthly, every 3 weeks, whatever, humans are good with patterns.  And adapting.  In fact, if it happens regularly enough over enough years, you’ll cease noticing changes, lose track of effects, especially on others.  You begin to think of it all as yourself.  The way of things.  Shouldn’t we all be used to it by now?  The sun, the seasons; the menstruals, the hours, the moods.  But sometimes they don’t seem to go anywhere.  Hi-jacked, hung-up.  Wheels refusing to turn, or spinning around in one place.

N Filbert 2013

It’s Language – Must be a story of something

On By NW FilbertIn Experimenctes, Writing6 Comments

for Friday Fictioneers during cacophony – July 5, 2013

Copyright - David Stewart

Scales, rituals, angles and lines.  Struggling to make sense, instead of staying on the ground.  Design, construct, infer, deduce.  Climb that ladder.  Circle that ring.  Aching for a view.  We’re earthed here.  But we keep on grasping.  Incessantly.  Invent equations, theorems, rules and laws.  Apply to sensation and perceive.  Revise.  Repeat.  Try numbers, letters, words.  Try gesture.  Communicate.  Calibrate.  Be social.  Get everyone to make the hike.  We make sense by making abstractions.  Distractions.  Bastardizing metaphor.  Some things go deeper, some things go out.

N Filbert 2013

 

The Meticulous Blur

On By NW FilbertIn Experimenctes, Writing7 Comments

entry for Friday Fictioneers, June 28, 2013

copyright - Indira

How it left my mouth, toward her.  How long I’d ached and labored it.  How meticulously prepared.  From amorphous origins – a preoccupation and urge, a hunch, desire.  Like longing + some desperate attention.  Had I shared this constant process, they’d have named it “obsession.”  A phrase, a statement, a promise, a claim.  How it left my mouth when the moment arrived, arrowing itself toward her.  A chiseled and hair-thin fibre of sound, a core-content-chain of DNA, let free in the matter between us.  How it blurred and whooshed past.  Disintegrative and smeared in possible meanings.  How quickly the resulting compound decomposed and deconstructed.

On By NW FilbertIn Experimenctes, Writing10 Comments

for Friday Fictioneers – 21 June 2013

copyright -Managua Gunn

As long as nobody moves.  Scenario accomplished.  Sky filled with blues.  Reflected in waters, reassembled by lines – manufactured / emergent.  The breath would come.  Optionally.  A reality could be structured with less than this.  Hold still.  In the beginning – world.  Populous, variegated, intricate with potential.  A setting of pebbles and mimes.  Activities at the ready.  Engine set to whirl.  As long as nobody moves.  Nobody says.  Nobody breathes.  Still-pointed swirl.  Anticipation.  The drawing of the sneeze.  A trickling toward itch.  Hummingbird-eyelid.  A sudden rush of wind.  Transgress.

The Gifted

On By NW FilbertIn Experimenctes, Writing15 Comments

a pretty obvious take, but in the midst of a nearly impossible week,

it’s what i could do…Friday Fictioneers 6-14-2013

Copyright -John Nixon

The obvious one.  Anyone could tell.  The way he bobbed his head in traffic or nodded slowly in the wind, syncopating steps with the train rails’ click-clack, fingers never still at the table – proverbially whistling as he worked.  Even his breath had a cadence – nary emitting verbal lines without their shaping tones.  Foot bevel harmonizing crossed-legged knee bounce – friends said “he always had it in him.”  Phrasing his rises and his falls.  Ears ever plugged wide open – he tasted and he touched, he heard, saw and smelled the world as sound.  He really was into music.

Lecture Notes

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textual response to Friday Fictioneers Prompt – June 7, 2013

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Lost Notes of  a Professor

Lecturing on identity.  Include concepts of time, space, agency, chaos, complexity, iteration, reiteration and in relation to.  Keep in mind change.  Also recursion.  The fractal figurations of memory.  Sciencing as an attempt to pin it down.  Take a photo.  Write a story.  To each their own.  Assignment:  construct an account of identity.  Include:  measurements, observations, evaluations, inferences and evidence.  Question:  How did you come to this?  Lesson:  assemblage, spiral, adaptation, context, situation, complexity.  Perhaps a discursion on open complex and dynamic systems.  Investigate co-constitution.  Temporaneity.  Wish-fulfillment.  Strange attractors.

N Filbert 2013