What if I told you there was a writing movement that held as its highest goal the transformation of public space into private space, and that it was meant for public reading? Would you join it, or would you resist?
Smoke Pit, Reykjavik
Sorry, that was a trick question. It’s all about resistance now. The taggers, the smokers, the smokers staring at their own garbage while smoking, the turning of the back to nature, the uncollected garbage from a winter of staring, it’s all resistance. Sometimes the character in development is your own. When you are writing, are you writing it or is it writing you? Do you resist that? Or are you devoted to it? These should be the entrance questions for writing programs. This is the writing of the future, that is already here.