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Podcast: literary teenscreed
Sep. 2nd, 2007 01:34 pm"Juvenilia" is a term applied to literary or artistic works produced by authors in their youth. Since I've recently returned to fiction after a long time writing my stories in song form, I thought it might be interesting to delve back to the teenage me, who wanted, almost religiously, to be a writer. Under the picture (lots of orange to offset the green) you'll find a podcast, a curiosity discovered in the New York boxes I've been rummaging through recently: a tape of the 19 year-old me reading his short stories and poems.
Juvenilia (stereo mp3 file, 28.3 MB, 30mins 54secs)
They're not very well read, I'm afraid. I'm really rushing at the end because the tape is running out. And what a weird accent I had back then! Sort of Scottish Cockney. As for the fiction, it's Scottish Gothic in style; Kafka meets
James Hogg, with secondary splashes of Pittura Metafisica. Giorgio de Chirico actually wrote some short stories, which I remember being very impressed by. I've always liked writing by painters better than writing by writers. If a writer has a sideline or background in drawing -- Günter Grass, Alasdair Gray -- I like their work, as a rule of thumb. I also love, say, Klee's poems, or that weird expressionist play Kokoshka put on. What was it called? Oh yes, Murderer, Hope of Women.
Juvenilia (stereo mp3 file, 28.3 MB, 30mins 54secs)
They're not very well read, I'm afraid. I'm really rushing at the end because the tape is running out. And what a weird accent I had back then! Sort of Scottish Cockney. As for the fiction, it's Scottish Gothic in style; Kafka meets
James Hogg, with secondary splashes of Pittura Metafisica. Giorgio de Chirico actually wrote some short stories, which I remember being very impressed by. I've always liked writing by painters better than writing by writers. If a writer has a sideline or background in drawing -- Günter Grass, Alasdair Gray -- I like their work, as a rule of thumb. I also love, say, Klee's poems, or that weird expressionist play Kokoshka put on. What was it called? Oh yes, Murderer, Hope of Women.