"Ham Again and Again"
With apologies to Samuel Beckett, Dr. Seuss, and Monty Python's Flying Circus. A short one-act play composed by erasure/redaction of Beckett's "Endgame."
Recent & featured work
"Figurski" for the eyes and ears!
The new cover page for my hypertext novel "Figurski at Findhorn on Acid" features a direct link to John Barber's radio adaptation of the novel from Re-Imagined Radio ("LISTEN NOW"), now fully integrated into the site, all courtesy of the Electronic Literature Lab.
"Putting the Pig Back Together Again: Dis(re)connection in 'Figurski at Findhorn on Acid'"
"The pigs become a metaphor for the novel—like the hypertext, they both have exactly 147 parts, parts which the characters disassemble and then must try to reassemble in the end when they finally come together 'all on the same page.' Likewise, the experience of reading the novel involves a constant (re)assembling of its disparate elements into scenes, as the reader traverses hypertext links and chooses navigational paths. . . "
"Counting"
The Goreman Gelders had been undeterred by the groans that followed every BEEP!, or the shivering of grak-enhanced suppressed laughter, or the tear-streaked cheeks of their audience. They resolutely completed the 33-slide filmstrip and opened the floor for questions, but hearing none, they quietly packed up their projector and screen, smoothed down their skinny ties and rebuttoned their nondescript suit jackets. “Nice tapestries,” said the younger Gelder, somewhat longingly . . .
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"The Winograd Matrix"
In this interactive fiction, a gaming-industry couple are confined together in a near-future, post-pandemic world of Favatars, Syndics, and roving bands of Ferengi thugs. Unlike other Choose-Your-Own-Adventure type stories, the reader navigates the narrative by making grammatical (or meaning-making) choices rather than by choosing different actions. #interactive fiction #elit #pandemic fiction #experimental fiction
"Tunneling"
Weasel is following me, panting, on hands and knees, through a passage we call Route 66, even though it’s only a hundred feet long, the diameter of a barrel hoop, and made of clay. “Do you think I want to die in here?” I say. #experimental fiction #futurism #survival #dystopian
"Chance Meeting Between Cambodian National Amputee Volleyball Team, Stephen Hawking, and Black Mothers Displaced by Hurricane Katrina, 2006"
“The future… of humankind… is in outer space,” Hawking says, grinning obliquely. He tells them he’s been invited to orbit the earth on Sir Richard Branson’s SpaceShipTwo for free. “It won’t cost me… an arm and a leg.”
