was gonna write about these things but too running around:
listening to JCO story “Mastiff” and liked Erdrich’s explication; interested in the deliberate methodical storytelling; a particular stylistic method of creating tension via obsessive discursive observation.
about the DeYoung’s Hockney exhibit– how bored I was except for the room of 4 season videos, being there with artist-aquaintence — we both wanted to make better friends but maybe b/c she had a cold or maybe the art feeling so disappointing or one affecting the other– ended up feeling awkward and uninspired. what am I missing. later a colleague-friend was talking about how much he enjoyed it. The hand palpable thru the tech. Experiencing different kinds of time thru the exhibit which got him so happily excited. I remembered “the hand.” I remembered the time. why couldn’t I feel excited?
if I wrote more here it would be about what the “hand” is in writing. It’s not the voice, or not most specifically the voice.