In search of an art form . . .

I’m still in search of a mode of writing that does not turn to ash the moment it hits the page.  What narrative point of view, what purpose can be relevant in the light of all this light, all this multidimensional energy around me?  I don’t read novels anymore.  Novels are generally stories of linear time and linear time is an illusion.  Stories are generally uninteresting to me except as evidence of the psychic development of the author.  “Wanted” for instance, a recent film that had almost no redeeming value except as evidence that someone in Hollywood is still working with the Burroughsian “assassin” imagery — though they may not even know it, as it’s been filtered through years of comic books and action movies.

The books I like are stories of NDEs and psychics.  So I’ll have to write my own.  But what would it be about?  Could it ever be complete?

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