The Antipodes is where I give readers a chance to see book thought in progress. From the ideas, drawings, current reads and typography to the actual creation of the book itself, which happens rarely, sad to say. Even the film projects have bookworks connected them for "fine printing." Poems and short stories also appear on the site from time. The below Table of Contents is being heavily updated throughout the month of July 2005, so please return often. ~br.

Table of Contents

Sun - December 11, 2005

Pathfinding For the Blind

 

My career in writing began many years ago with drawing cartoons and wanting to support them with the written word. Now it seems I've come full circle---a desire to paint in oils and begin work on my second book has brought me to a triumphant realization: namely, I can't see a damn thing. I might as well be blind for the weakness of my observational capabilities. Granted, I've been given two perfectly chined eyeballs, better than 20/20, though they focus a wee bit slower than when I was ten; but simply being able to see with perfect clarity isn't enough. One must actually look and stop thinking for a moment. That's kind of difficult for me, but I think I've found a helpful book...

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Mon - December 5, 2005

That Draining Narrative

 

"It is a laborious madness and an impoverishing one, the madness of composing vast books---setting out in five hundred pages an idea that can be perfectly related orally in five minutes." So says Jorge Luis Borges in his foreward to The Garden of Forking Paths. I don't know how much gentle sarcasm is in the statement, if any; but, with the fact that it is madness, I will not dispute. Neither that it is laborious, for it is mankind's curse to labor even over that in which he finds immeasurable joy. But impoverishing? That is a cruel word with more meaning in its thirteen letters than in most of similar length. For it throws to the waste heap a mind that is now lesser for its work than when it first began; it speaks of a draining of life and energy rather than a gathering up of forces at the close; it says, you have done this deed to yourself, for yourself, at great cost, and for nothing: few will read it. A single word, impoverishing, singles out why I work on my words the way I do: in order that they be read as if read anew, I must write them as if written anew.

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Tue - November 22, 2005

Decimation I

And there goes the library. I had, as of this morning, nearly three thousand books. I am down to twelve-hundred now including Wuthering Heights. But what to do with these wretches I've pulled off the shelves? --- much philosophy, literature, and criticism now litter my floor, in various states of perfection. Do I give them away, sell them one by one? Too much effort. I have things to write and words to ruin. Perhaps the books should be burned, a sacrifice to the third decade's scholarly demise. Or perhaps I need morphine. I know a place on the outskirts of town that could be witness to this faux-atrocity, this comedy of letters, this auto-da-fe of the bound thought...

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Mon - November 21, 2005

A Turn to Curses

 

From my new novel: "Prose should do things. Poetry should do worse." With that in mind, we all know that the coming of Google has passed and there is nothing we can do about it. Against my better judgment, I put my short stories on this website, that those who care to may read them --- unfortunately, one of these stories is about King Midas and it has a Hischier twist on his gruesome end that took even me to tears when it was finished. It is unfortunate, because I get a daily hit on that page from people who type in "Midas" or "Gold Touch" into Google's magic pocket. These perfect strangers could glance or read or steal, this my proudest short story of my passionate youth. I don't like that. They make me nervous, these intruders entering without invitation. So, tacked on top is my latest tactic --- a curse. As poets we know our words have power --- at least on the soft brain that relies on Google for its research --- so perhaps a spat of paranoia will begin to befall their less conscientious pals. Just to clarify, this falls on pirates and thieves and unscrupulous students most of all. The story and curse is here. Don't worry, I don't think it will kill them.

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Fri - November 18, 2005

Since Literature is Sputtering...

 

...in the chair it built itself, I'm going to write like Shakespeare with Joliet Hischier's voice & sensibilities. Frankly, I like the way I sound when I write and read and sing in his dead fashion (he wrote for he was needed). With little hope of rejuvenation for "Literature" in view (re MobyLives radio-report on the Book Awards last night), I say let the language have its way with my tongue. I did not build this memory palace in my head for nothing. In an Age of Mean Gentility, I cannot give concession to their brazen whims --- 'tis my tongue, not theirs. If it fills their throats upon the stage or in the privacy of their rooms, they should be grateful for it. Otherwise, out to the pavement with your thin-boned skull...

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Thu - November 17, 2005

The Impasse of the Monument

 

Fertile, yes, the furrows of this field take the seeds and weather's life-giving changes and bring forth shoots that mature brown into toil-harvested bundles. But once bundled, what then? Bread, alchemy, beer, or bedding. The writing gets better trundled day by day, the memory offers substance and track, but I have grave doubts about the destination.. ohh vertigo...this continues... someone give me a ritalin...

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Wed - November 16, 2005

Glee and Boredom

 

I really am a fan of Glee. The music and the characters really drives me to sing. I love the character of Sue Sylvester played by Jane Lynch. being the villain she is for the band. I still love her. I watch Mad Men, the plot is something that tickles my interest. Boredom kills. I often stare into space and just think of nothing. I would rather intake a large volume of carbon monoxide or kill myself with anthrax. Sometimes, having an orgasm or ejaculation helps kill boredom while listening to the blues. I often read comic books when I got nothing to do. I cry over Calvin and Hobbes. I really am a villain fan and I especially prefer The Joker over Batman and Black Canary. I am a villain people, but not those boring ones. Or I could try sports. I wish I could play as good as Maria Sharapova. Or I could travel, maybe go to places I've never been to like Pagan in Myanmar, Patagonia in Argentina, or go to Bali, sit on the beach drinking absinthe, eating tofu under sugar and diazepam.  Watching TV shows gives me inspiration and ideas on what to write. It is never wrong to pick up ideas from other people. That's how we evolve, we learn, imitate, and adapt. Am I boring you enough? Send me to Mars and give e a medal of honor.

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Mon - October 31, 2005

Poem: The Happy Man (revised 11-05)

 

I'm going to get out of the habit of introducing these poems. The problem with that is how do I let you know that there's a poem in this entry with any dignity? It's an enigma I've solved here by talking about it. The future might no be quite so simple. Perhaps in the future, I'll begin with two lines of the coming poem. Like this: He was a man who sung without a surge of melody/ A joke he told, but laughed sans shake of belly...

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Thu - October 13, 2005

Those Curious Ones...: Hischier's Designs

 

Questions have arisen lately as to the absence of anything visual on the-Antipodes. I may not have been drawing much, but I have been designing much more than I'd care to admit. One must eat and live, I suppose. So, for those curious few, I've put my design portfolio online in a simple to use format that may not reflect the design of this site, but the spirit is in there somewhere. Pass it along if you want to sell my services. I won't mind in the least. The url is right here. Enjoy.

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Fri - October 7, 2005

Spartan & Its Commentary

 

David Mamet could be praised until the day he dies and it won't change people's opinions of him in the least. Review after review is written and read and still we all know, with no great gain, that his films are decent efforts and his writing is phenomenal (or is it?). But it takes some special type of storytelling to make the man himself entertaining. Human beings, moreso than animals or furniture, are incredibly entertaining creatures, unless they're too serious and don't laugh a whole lot. David Mamet doesn't seem to laugh much, and that's fine. But we get to see an entertaining Mamet in an unexpected place---Val Kilmer's commentary track for Spartan...

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Fri - January 7, 2000
 

Cast Away Blew Me Away

 

This movie is so awesome. Mr. Wilson is the best supporting lead ever in movie history. I love him so much that i will name my first born son Mr. Wilson. I actually started a group against volleyball to stop people from hurting Mr. Wilson because he can't really hit them back The movie stars Tom Hanks and Helen Hunt. .

I rea
lly hope they will someday make a spin-off just about Mr.Wilson.

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